A rose a color red
Blood tears shed
Dripped upon a petal slick and wet
A love I thought I met
For once, I tried to be the true me
For once, I wanted to allow him to see
I withstand my lies
And in return am the one who cries
Truths are harder to say
Then a lie, for lies come every day
A rose the color red
Blood tears shed
The petals wilt and weep
The death of it begins to creep
Petals fall slowly to the ground
To where it was once found
A sadness overwhelms
For reality is so harsh in any realm
Wished to touch and show him I care
Instead mistakenly seen and given a cold distant stare
I reach out to hope he takes my hand
Instead, im left alone to never stand
A rose the color red
Begins to fade as it becomes dead
A stem covered in thorns sharp with a bitter death
Make me hide the pain of there piercing under a shaky breath
A tear hits the pile of petals
That surrounds me
Can you not see?
I meant the words I said
You mistook them for the lies of others that remain in your head
Scars upon me no one can see
Created by today’s fucked up reality
A perfect cover I have created
Does not mean I am what you think is stated
In a book, the world reads everyday
The words are not what they say
A rose the color red
Is the same color I have bled
Rose a petal and stem left
A stick of thorns and death in my hand is kept
A demon inside a shell
Is nothing more then an angel that has fell
I love this rose of thorns
This rose the color red
Like I loved you
But judged by you as all have judged before
My hearts gone sour gone sore
That heart I showed showed to so few
My book you have read
But you did not remember
They are more then what is said


 
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