Warming A Frozen Rose

She writes "all is gold" with the clear intent to lie

And he rides a fallen horse but believes that he can fly



One day little fleas turn into parasites disease

Making sounds no one could hear

Monochrome memories and colourless melodies get too loud

Then break the ear



Warming a frozen rose

The rainbows disappeared

Lust fucked off and crawled in a young new hole



It's never good to pretend that it's ever coming back again



The screen hides indulging tries

Patronizing incurable lies

And we'll fight on the lawn over which blade of grass is mine