You were a Rose
You were a red rose,
with petals and thorns,
We were close
At first she mourns,
Mourns the death of sunlight that once
touched her fair skin,
She knew from the start that he would win.
The sun set into the ground,
Now the truth spread out and waiting to be found.
You charmed her with your red petals,
Warmed her tender heart
like tea in a kettle
Played her like a fiddle,
Watched her throw herself at you,
and struggle to solve your riddle.
When she wanted to hold and to have the rose,
This is what you chose:
Useless apologies,
a trick; a tease
Lies on top of lies,
and indirect goodbyes.
She wept like a willow,
let her tears sodden her pillow.
When she went to smell the rose,
she was pricked by a thorn
Little did she know that a new
heart and soul were then born.
Turning her life around,
picking up broken pieces,
listening to rebirth's sound,
the rose ceases-
bows its head of petals and
silently waits for her return
A great deal she has learned,
and now comes the real fight!
Challenging her heartaches with all her might
Unsheathing her sword - she strikes!
Up mountainous hills she hikes-
her arrow drawn-
Traveling 5 months from dusk till dawn.
She slips and falls back,
but persistence she does not lack.
Striving forward-
slashing her sword-
tripping occasionally but undying determination
But then her eyes glance at the
withering black rose-
it’s grown a vine or two
Oh how could you?!
You coil around her wrist,
she refuses- throwing her fists,
You coil around her leg,
and she begins to beg:
Leave me-
let me be.
Break me once but
never again.
Whisper lies but thou shant listen!
Stop I say - oh wretched devil - you hurt me now
with your thorns- you have me weak-
You have me bleak
You have me bruised
You have me.
The rose had won a battle in her war
The rose then tried for more
But she ran away-
far away where you wouldn't come out to play
She made it through,
and in the end, again she
saw you.
But when your black petals bloomed
and when your vine touched her skin,
You didn't know something
new was about to begin.
She cut you down and burned your petals in fires.
Burned her old desires.
She was strong now,
no longer would she bow.
with petals and thorns,
We were close
At first she mourns,
Mourns the death of sunlight that once
touched her fair skin,
She knew from the start that he would win.
The sun set into the ground,
Now the truth spread out and waiting to be found.
You charmed her with your red petals,
Warmed her tender heart
like tea in a kettle
Played her like a fiddle,
Watched her throw herself at you,
and struggle to solve your riddle.
When she wanted to hold and to have the rose,
This is what you chose:
Useless apologies,
a trick; a tease
Lies on top of lies,
and indirect goodbyes.
She wept like a willow,
let her tears sodden her pillow.
When she went to smell the rose,
she was pricked by a thorn
Little did she know that a new
heart and soul were then born.
Turning her life around,
picking up broken pieces,
listening to rebirth's sound,
the rose ceases-
bows its head of petals and
silently waits for her return
A great deal she has learned,
and now comes the real fight!
Challenging her heartaches with all her might
Unsheathing her sword - she strikes!
Up mountainous hills she hikes-
her arrow drawn-
Traveling 5 months from dusk till dawn.
She slips and falls back,
but persistence she does not lack.
Striving forward-
slashing her sword-
tripping occasionally but undying determination
But then her eyes glance at the
withering black rose-
it’s grown a vine or two
Oh how could you?!
You coil around her wrist,
she refuses- throwing her fists,
You coil around her leg,
and she begins to beg:
Leave me-
let me be.
Break me once but
never again.
Whisper lies but thou shant listen!
Stop I say - oh wretched devil - you hurt me now
with your thorns- you have me weak-
You have me bleak
You have me bruised
You have me.
The rose had won a battle in her war
The rose then tried for more
But she ran away-
far away where you wouldn't come out to play
She made it through,
and in the end, again she
saw you.
But when your black petals bloomed
and when your vine touched her skin,
You didn't know something
new was about to begin.
She cut you down and burned your petals in fires.
Burned her old desires.
She was strong now,
no longer would she bow.
Keep her head up and tall,
Never again would she fall
You were a black rose,
with petals and thorns,
We were close,
and in the end, she
didn't mourn.
Never again would she fall
You were a black rose,
with petals and thorns,
We were close,
and in the end, she
didn't mourn.
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