What you were at first
Was a beautiful red rose
A breath of fresh air
What you then became
Was a vengeful pointed thorn
Quick to ***** my hand
Tearing me open
Drawing blood as red as you
Just to heal your wounds
You apologized
But I don't trust you at all
Who knows what were lies
So the lesson learned
Is beautiful red roses
All still have their thorns
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
What you were at first
Was a beautiful red rose
A breath of fresh air
What you then became
Was a vengeful pointed thorn
Quick to ***** my hand
Tearing me open
Drawing blood as red as you
Just to heal your wounds
You apologized
But I don't trust you at all
Who knows what were lies
So the lesson learned
Is beautiful red roses
All still have their thorns
