I PICK THE ROSES

Its cold but my skin wont die, It wont break a felon, It will pick roses falling far-on. Beguiling in sand like the stars glitter in the skies, Like the moonlight without lights, I pick the roses over you, Place them on my pillow so their fragrance lasts the whole night, I pick them over you, They smell nice, i want i want, But; Only for the night, Jobs dont pay enough. So i trade them for a love Tattoo.