You were my rose ever so dear
I gripped you tightly to keep you safe
Your thorns dug into my hand but I worried
Will you be okay?
Your thorns grew to wrap around my heart
I bowed down to my new master
Are you okay?
I gave you the water from my own cup
For I don't deserve any you said so yourself
You know I love you right?
As you're patels withered
Only thorns remained
You weren't a rose
You were the thorns protecting it
Showing me why thorns are good
How could you hurt something so beautiful,
Yet so cruel?
©saphire628
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