He was such a beautiful rose, so beautiful I forgot he had thorns. He pricked my fingers, but his beauty made me forget the pain. I kept hold of him, and his thorns dug deeper into my skin. And as much as I hate to admit it, I let him. I let him prick my fingers, and make me bleed. Because of his beauty I forgot he had thorns, and he torn my skin to pieces. He shredded me, and ruined me. He left scars, that'll never leave. I fell in love with that rose, and he only pricked me. I gave him my all, and he gave me scars.
