“Rose” by The Oh Hellos (from Boreas)
Wars are raising for herCrusades to adore herThe light of your afterword Are you losing her true natureWhen you loosen nomenclatureWhen you gift another moniker? What’s true is like a sickleIt’ll cut you to the middleYour rose is without a thorn But no, my mouth don’t taste of metalFrom the pot here to the kettleI […]