My Little Rose

These thorns they prick

Into my heart

I try to shake them off

But they only stick

Never going away

Never fading

 

I try to pull them out

But they burry in deeper

My hands they tremble

At the sight of blood

 

So look what you did

My little rose

You hurt me once again

Your beauty was so hypnotizing

Yet I forgot your fakeness is so agonizing

To my fragile little heart

 

Look at these thorns

These thorns you pushed in

My heart still beats

 Even with these thorns in

 

Stupid isn’t it

When you hurt me this way

When all I do is love you everyday

 

My little rose

Your color is turning black

Yet still red drenched

With my blood

From the heart

You won’t not give back

 

So bury your thorns deeper

My little twisted rose

Make my blood run dry

So I might have my heart back

The day that I die

Author's Note

Hope you like:) thank you for reading.

Reviews

[realmwriter]

I have a twisted little rose just like this, only she was never red! This strikes a deap cord for me, a little sad though not entirely! Good write!

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Powerful!