Her life spells out rough time, pain, and abuse,
So in her eyes everyone is out to get her…

Since hurt is all she knows,
One day I brought her a dozen rose,
And in full delight,
She embraced and hugged them tight,
Then as she bled from her arms and cried Into a red sea,
She looked at me and asked “Why would you use these thorns to hurt me?”
My sweet gester turned to a ironic weapon,
Her misguided view on life caused her to miss my message,
That life ain’t so rough cuz there are a lot of things here almost a gorgeous as her
But the sounds of tears splashing stopped her from hearing a word…

I never meant to hurt her,
Neither did the rose…

(This is A snippet from a project in the making “Silent Films”, look out this!)


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