Loving the Thorns
The beautiful rose is quite misleading
So red the color, red so bleeding
So sweet the smell unique, familiar
As if I've felt this way before
Something in me keeps repeating
Lovers I can't cease from needing
Requests that I can't cease from pleading
Requests of having pain no more
Two halves included in everything
Like the beautiful rose, a sign of spring
Taking the good means taking the bad
But I find I want it even more
Addicted to the ever-stinging sting
A rose is lovely, but the stem is king
No matter the beauty it will bring
The rose's thorns will leave you sore
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