Thorns

Thorns

Her Wishpers

09/06/2020 5:23PM

Episode Synopsis "Thorns"

You picked me like a rose, enchanted I bloomed for you, I wanted to, To bring you happiness, undaunted You praised sweet fragrances, fine petals But rubbed me wrong, pricked on a thorn Your love turned furious, unsettled One by one, picked off my spines I bled for you, I wanted to Loathing thorns once mine With wounds unbound, began to wilt No remorse from you, no guilt Just hars distain, repulsion, pain No longer I, your rose Just a reminder, of what I once was Blaming me for being wrong But all roses come with thorns Perhaps it's not a rose You wanted, all along -Arch Hades

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