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Blood on The Thorns

Poetry By: Entity
Poetry



A poem about how badly love can hurt.


Submitted:Dec 11, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 6    Likes: 1   


Blood on The Thorns

There's blood on the thorns of the withered rose,

Blood spilled from my own arm but nobody knows,

and it's for you that I do this,

it's for you that I bleed,

it's you that I care for,

and it's you that I need,

until you realize how far my love goes,

there's blood the thorns of the withered rose,

I won't even bother to ask for your hand,

you hurt me in ways that no one else can,

I know you don't mean to,

everyone knows,

but still there's blood on the thorns of the withered rose,





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