Last of English Roses

Way we saw it, was a revived confusion
for sake of sth, the primeval transfusion
And way we went ahead, of time n crack
of solitary crime, getting caught and back
loosing our minds, interlined disguise
lost in the mind, an intellectual choice

For what it seems, what had gotten into
and their reservoir had blown with blood,
what is it up to our guinea pig clones
Rising red and red, out of soil n mud

Which of them were true, n false in us
The color went white, yellow, calm as lotus
Shivering in beauty, the green house now closes
There lay seldom, the last of English Roses

Frozen in prints, cards for tears n joy
there will be a girl, and a real shy boy
The boy will go, from corner of his eye
on naked skin buttered, tattoo of a butterfly
Ignore the girl knowing all along
a tune of mischief, an editorial song

But he will go ahead, of fear n past
in front of her, will the time last
Kneeling down, will he recite verses
Kneeling down, only few words in verses

Girl will listens, to full heart n empty hands
the flowerless land, how will she understand
Melody of buried, love, shackles and necklaces
There lay in tomb, the last of English Roses