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It was a war
Bloody like every

Both were there infront of each other
Both hid something in their wounded hands behind

He brought a rose
Red it was made

She brought a dagger
Red it was made

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Note:

Red it was made - It refers to the colour of it. The rose was red coz of his bleeding scar due to the rose which he brought for her. But she thought him to be an enemy like all other she saw before. She was scared of all and so before he could do anything, she stabbed him with the dagger and it became red with his blood.

This can be related to life events (like mine) when i had good intentions in something like love which others faked. And she thought me to be fake too and thus hurted me a lot.