Of rose thorns
Blood was running
From where her bare feet were walking
She was pissed
With the smell
Of deadness
Evaporating from her heart
Gently
A soft wind
Tapped on her back
There behind her back
Glancing at her nose
She caught
Red roses
Paving its sweet odor
Into the sky of no floor.
No floor
No floor
No floor
Thrown herself
To fly to the top of the roof
Of sensational love
And romantic spontaneity
Sparkles fading
Falling back
Onto the road
Of rose thorns
Where blood shed
Is where blood dried
Leaving behind
Behind
Behind
Behind
Behind every step of her foot
A smile
She has so much love to give.
Should she not wear bare feet
Where blood shed
Is where blood dried
She moves on
With a smile
« return.