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A rose for you.

I hate you as much as I love you.
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you.
You feed me your thorns and I bleed from the wounds.
I know better...but the roots are to deep.
I laid the trap...lured you in.
I thought I caught you but instead the trap I laid was yours
now my rose bleeds, darkening it's purity with hate and resentment...
my thorns are brittle and my peddles are torn,
now I weep to my empty vase.

-Cyrus

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  • NyteShade
    April 16, 2007

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    Love the description of the rose.

    You feed me your thorns and i bleed from the wounds.

    I like the way this sounds.

    A different way of looking at roses. well done.