A chill down your spine
Hearing the spirits cry 'n entwine
A cold sweat down your face
The spirits going about my space.
Staying cool and calm
'til the spirits are gone.
I'm but a rose,
Ever beautiful at born
But also have thorns
You've been warn
Although I may look pretty
Watch how you treat me.
I'm special and quiet
I hear in the silent
My gift is unique
But of what none can't speak.
I'm but of a rose
With a secret that grows.

Well? Is it good? Please tell me what's wrong and give me some ideas what
to write.
I ran out so send me a message. O.K! ^-^