The Rose Bush

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You grew thorns upon my mouth.

You took everything I ever had.

You locked my voice with roses.

For you wanted to lure me in.


You grew vines around my heart.

For you wanted a cage for me.

I'm sorry I cannot find the key.

For it got devoured by our lust.


You replaced my bones with thorns.

For I should cut my lovers.

I'm sorry roses covered my body.

For my skin was far too beautiful.


You replaced my heart with glass.

For you thought I was fragile.

I'm sorry I cannot be shattered.

For you created all my shields.


You grew thorns around you.

For you saw me as dangerous.

You said goodbye to our love.

And left roses for another.

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