The rose with thorns
Beautiful passion red rose
But dangerous with thorns
Picked off the garden
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It's all sweet memories
Like taking a pill of ecstasy
Feeling your skin
Soft like the roses petals
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I love it when I'm kissing your lips
I love it when I'm hugging you hips
I love it when I'm lost in your hazel eyes
Baby you know I can't lie
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It all started like this
With a hello, hug, & kiss
Fell in love with your voice at first sight
When we were outside late night
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We all been through pain
A some point of our days
We been lied too
Or we been used for
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Who else writes poems about you?
Who also tells you deep inside him that he loves you?
Who is willing to do anything to have you?
Who cares deeply for you?
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Love manipulates you to fall in love with the wrong person
Never give 100% ASAP to that person
Don't be fake
Nor' be Straight
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The Rose With Thorns
The rose with thorns
Beautiful passion red rose
But dangerous with thorns
Picked off the garden
By a bard on
Realize he was bleeding
Thought roughly about his feelings
About why the rose had thorns
Never again would he pick up the red rose with thorns
The rose only brought him pain
Thoe he did not go insane
By wanting to stomp on it
But he just forfeit on it
He just let the rose there on the ground
And the rose was hoping it would be found
So the bard on
Left the garden
Checked his finger with the thorn pulled it out
finger was bleeding and never looked back at the rose with the thorns