Topic: Are you a wild flower or wallpaper flower? | |
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Are you a free and gentle flower growing wild or just a non conformist wallpaper flower?
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Hmm, well I think I'm a wild wallpaper flower. All of the above, in other words.
If I were a flower i'd be a dahlia. |
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I'm neon textured spackle on the outer wall of a seedy club on Sunset Strip Baby!
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This is me.......
WILDFLOWER She's faced the hardest times You can imagine And many times her eyes Fought back the tears And when her youthful world Was about to fall in Each time her slender shoulders Bore the weight of all her fears And the song that no one hears Still rings in midnight silence In her ears Chorus: Let her cry For she's a lady Let her dream For she's a child Let the rain fall down upon her She's a free and gentle flower Growing wild And if by chance that I Should hold her Let me hold her For a time And if allowed but one possession I will pick her from the garden To be mine Be careful how you touch her For she'll awaken For sleep's the only freedom That she knows And when you look into her eyes You won't believe The way she's always payin' For a debt she never owes And the silent wind still blows That only she can hear And so she goes Chorus: Let her cry For she's a lady Let her dream For she's a child Let the rain fall down upon her She's a free and gentle flower Growing wild |
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I'm neon textured spackle on the outer wall of a seedy club on Sunset Strip Baby! Trust you ... oh, and you forgot the part about the orange speedos! |
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A wildflower, not cultivated to look, smell and act a certain way, but pure and natural. I can turn up anywhere and everywhere, I am strong and resilient.
I may not be seen nor appreciated by everyone -which is fine by me-, I just shine in my full colourful glory, reaching up for the skies, and bring pleasure to those that enjoy the flavour of natural beauty and happiness :) |
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I'm the flower that grows up through the pavement that most people would call a weed and no matter how hard they try I never seem to go away.
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I am a yellow rose - not wild, bright as the sun,
with lots of very sharp thorns |
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At times I am a little of both.
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