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You stood there,
A dark deep delicate red rose.
Amongst all of the roses,
You stood there.
...

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She begged me to stop by
But my hands and legs went by.
I wished to end myself.
For I,
...

I see us in,
Two warriors in a battlefield
Fighting together and then eachother.
Tell me,
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Red Rose

You stood there,
A dark deep delicate red rose.
Amongst all of the roses,
You stood there.
A thornless one, the only one.
Could you hear it whisper?
That he'll make you breathe,
That he'll heal what you don't let to feel,
That he's neither both more nor nothing less,
But just a thornless flower,
As delicate as his lips,
As dark as his hair,
I have had enough.
Wild Rose he'll grew into,
With sharp spines that sparkles as his eyes,
Set inside the cage of my heart.
Restlessly searching for my nerves.
Here I'm bleeding.
As I plucked him young,
A deep dark delicate red rose he was,
Whom granted me scars.
For I,
Kept him inside my heart.
And I,
Never left him as he died.

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