Thorny roses, so rare, so strong
My Wolf-Howls are the moons new song.
I flow through rivers, rain and streams-
I water her cheeks when she feels weak.
I am weeds that scratch and itch
And Through death I appear; a cloudy white sphere.

No edges on me, no secrets, no lies.
Open Thoughts is an open mind.
Either 0 or 5 no 1 2 or 9
Indestructibility is I.
Hidden wounds, burning pain, hurting hate.
My heart so delicate; so simple so plain
Lonely roars travel to the flock of gossipers.
My immure secrets are like a stamped of leopards.

I am more than just her favorite color; I am a silver platter.
And I do more than just love; I do my best to make you feel like you matter.