The root of all evil,
the majority of my pain.
The reason I'm going insane,
the thing that i need.
Pushed to have it,
running to get more from it.
Wanted to find a way,
but there is none.
Hoping that I,
won't need to really try.
That i won't need much,
but need more than i have.
Hoping to live without it,
is dying in the sense.
I hate relying on this evil,
the green paper of evil seed.
By: White Rose
Far be it for me to be anything special, when the only special thing I desire with me, is the special person I share my gifts with.
very awesome poem and i agree money always is an issues in the end
i have had this problem my self a few time's ,this pome really explains alot with how some are tied down by certain things wishing that things would be easier. thats what i get from this poem and i cant wait to read another
Last edited by HolderOfTheDarkChalice; Oct 30, 2006 at 02:18 PM.
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same, I must isolate you...
Isolate and save you from yourself
So ture. The need for money can drive a person insain.
Kamen Rider....DECADE!!!
Very nice poem and I completely understand where you're coming from. I really liked how you went through the poem letting people know what it was without saying. Very good!
A white rose no longer alone
I know who's heart it is to represent
I didn't pick it, but i let it grow
For he's the one that's heaven sent. : I love you, my White Rose.: The Poop Forums
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