Wild Roses
With each beat your heart composes
my soul is aflame with wild roses,
it feels like I’ve found my way home;
Thorns. I give you all of my honesty;
Fighting with the darkest parts of me,
difficult sometimes to open up;
You’re so much more than the most,
quieting fears you silence my ghost;
Soft petals lead to fresh horror;
Certain I’m held completely captive
my feelings have become radioactive;
Can we skip the part where we’re just friends?
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