unbroken

I have tried to be beautiful and strong. I have watched roses bloom into glory. I have tried so hard to sing out my song- All I do is get lost in a story. In truth the roses have become my dreams, They are innocence sweet and na?ve sex, They are passion love, this is me she screams This is me regression of y on x. They say watch it grow as the poppy blooms There I am and I need to get away, I try to walk singing ani's song loom And you hold me back with words you don't say. There is something new in the unspoken, Makes me feel a little more unbroken.