She grows in the lawn
She’s all alone
Her petals’re so red
Like my blood that you bereft
She loves sun
She needs love
You break my heart
Rose is innocence
Her thorns are protection
But it doesn’t help because you’re perfect temper
I clave to the end
I believed you to the end
Rose clung to ivy
Rose trusted the danger
And now she’s broken
I’m broken
How much cost the freedom?
What’s at stake? Death or may be broken heart?
I cryed in the dark
I crept in the dark
My prayers weren’t heard
You were glad my pain
You were glad my paleness
You have no place anywhere
Away from this world
Away
Away from my thoughts
Away
I overcome all misery
You want me to trample but suffering made me solid
ROSE
© Copyright: Анна Маннана, 2015
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