I remember the first time my soft hands held yours which were like a rose.
How your thrones pricked at my skin causing me to bleed.
And how I feel in love with that feeling because I thought it was love
I stayed with you despite how you told me I was nothing but a pesky weed
It wasn't till you do rudely poured poured poison all over my soil and grew so tall you hid me from the sun
That I finally decided our graden bed was to small for me
Now it's been a couple years, and I no longer shead tears for you.
The scars you left on my hands, now faded out, and covered by flowers I began to sprout