A Punctured Rose
Oh, rose of needs,
I gave you all you could ever dream;
Oh, rose of my dreams,
I gave you all you could ever need;
But as I caressed you,
Your thorns punctured my skin;
I loved you,
However, you broke my illusive dreams,
Transmuting to painful thorns
That I did not wish;
Yet, I will keep and take a thorn
To puncture our hearts,
Until the crimson eminence
Grants our ominous wish…
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