• leanderzo 11w

    The Red Rose

    I will pick you a rose
    Nevermind the thorns
    Or how deep it goes
    Your fictitious crown is worn

    You say no when I give them to you
    And I say I'm okay
    You say stay away but I never do
    While I make you a bouquet

    The pain grows deeper
    Nothing can make it better
    Thorns penetrate and make roses redder
    As I start to see the reaper