Hurt by Your Thorns
A red rose a lovers gift that grew dangerous thorns
Hurt by Your Thorns
I held the red rose in my hand
its beauty caught me I could not stand
the petals soft like whispered lies
but thorns tore deep beneath my eyes
You gave it to me with a smile
I thought your love would last a while
each prick a reminder sharp and true
the pain was always meant for me from you.
I bled in silence no one knew
the rose, the gift, it pierced me through
its color bright but cruel heart
a living wound from the very start
I dropped it there upon the floor
never again to love you more
its scent still lingers in my chest
a bitter echo never rest
The red rose lies beside me now
its thorns still biting like your vow
I loved the gift I should not keep
its beauty lies in pain too deep
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