About me:
... where angels grow, is it a rose when nights get cold,may b it grows on the tip of gods nose, mayb in a land where all who knows,WHATS REALLY A ROSE,mayb it grows red because the many who bled or lay dead,it cud b said to b found in the eye of a mother with the love for its own, maybs its sin,mayb the rose lies beneath the devils eyes,mozart complise, that not only a rose can fly, but it dance,mayb its the old skin of a natural, naked man, r mayb it grows in the palm of a babys hand, lain survive, even through death,will it exist even when earth cant,does it dwell wen its thirst quince,wen a life fathoms do a single rose grow, WHATS REALLY A ROSE,is it the twinkle in a stars eye, ...MAYB A ROSE IS I, MAYB A ROSE FLIES, HAH ,WAIT!!!!!A ROSE... IS..... LIFE,death,and light, its god guerden which shines bright in the luminous night.........