I have blubells on my heart. I have roses which are art. I have lilacs which are true. I have everything which is you.
I know youre what I need. I know youre like a seed. I know that youll grow, and soon youll let me know
Youre like a rose with all your hidden thorns. Your like a poppy with bright lovely petals. Your like a weed which I dont need but you trick me into thinking you are like a flower with bright lovely petals.
You think you are the one. The one to call my own. The one to get ahold of me. The one to call my dear. But you wrap around my heart, inocently at first. And like a rose with hidden thorns youll prick me and harm me with those horns. Youll say you love me as you watch me. As your thorns go deeper and deeper until the wound is to big to heal
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Poetry and Literature for Coffee Sipping
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