she is the rose that still makes me bleed
a pretty rose tree I
grasp until the thorns break me
such a flower flour I might never see
who's thorns are like
a painful key
I see and still need
that all too
delightful rose tree
what makes her so appealing to me
and why am I always willing to let her make me bleed
Her sweet scent linger but I can’t see
the always elusive butterfly that always haunts me
Who tends this ground that grows roses as sweet as she?
and why am I consumed with jealousy?
when in fact I ought
to flee
but again and again I come to feed
and again and again I
always bleed
this woman I picked off this sweet sweet tree
with scars of her
touch all over me
what is it that I
want to see
do I find pleasure when she makes me bleed
or do I want to be on bended knee
to adore this rose that I forever see
and yet cannot touch without her making me bleed
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