My Poems (COMPLETED)

Innocent

You smiled at me,

and I thought it to be so strange.

For it was innocent,

and not so deranged.

You made my heart flutter,

and I trusted you with my life...

that is, until...

you twisted the knife that already pained me.

..but none of that mattered

because I let you back in.

You picked the rose

and it was beautiful.

You said it looked just like me, so I took it.

but as soon as it came into contact with my skin,

my blood drew from within.

I thought you were mine,

but it turns out you were just like the rest

...you were just like the thorn on the rose at its best.

Not so innocent.