I am a rose.
Delicate to touch;
Innocent to the core.
You crushed my head;
My sweet, soft petals;
You left me no choice;
But to stab you with daggers.
You unleashed the demon inside of me,
You removed my sugar-coat and left me naked -
Bare.
It's your fault alone that you are now hurt;
Your thick, red sin oozing all over.
It's a taste of your own medicine.
I am a rose.
Delicate head;
Innocent from the neck up.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
I am a rose.
Delicate to touch;
Innocent to the core.
You crushed my head;
My sweet, soft petals;
You left me no choice;
But to stab you with daggers.
You unleashed the demon inside of me,
You removed my sugar-coat and left me naked -
Bare.
It's your fault alone that you are now hurt;
Your thick, red sin oozing all over.
It's a taste of your own medicine.
I am a rose.
Delicate head;
Innocent from the neck up.
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