With her crown of thorns in her hands
She could help but think back
To a time of laughter, promises and pure love
A time when the one to whom she gave her heart
Promised her a crown of flowers
Flowers to honor her and beautify their union
Flowers that had long become thorns
Thorns that had her in constant agony
As as she stood there alone in the living room
She thought of all the promises he made
All the promises left unfulfilled
Just like that of the crown of flowers
©adesewa
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