white rose

in the storm

sttands the white rose

sometime tumultuous waves

around her

yet tall is the white rose

strong in the face

even when life challenges doom

around her, she does not bow down

pure is the white rose

in the compost earth

growing eternal strength

i see not the white rose

she is away far now

but i long to protect her

not long will it be

that i can see my

strong little flower

that i look up to

-Crystal

DESTINED,

Deep down im dazed in a ditch, that i cant dig my way out of
dammed diamond illusions of daughters, dancers and debs in my dome
Dry thoughts of what we could dream
to bad its just a damaged image of what we thought it might be
drunken hot girls, and distraught druggies
and everything in between
to bad were just finding out this is our destiny.

ADDICTED.

My addiction for you is like no other,
a love for you, just like a mother's .
I fiend and fiend , go weak and relapse,
and like a dealer you got my back.
From the tweeking street lights at night,
to the come up of the rising hot sun.


Your one drug, i cant REHABILITATE from .