She’s the only rose inside afield of thorns

she’s rough around the edges

between a million and one thorns

she learned it hard to look

and never speak your mind

a prisoner of her own world

her heart always close to collapse

too fragile but not too fragile

when it comes to give everything you have

she was born to give her heart

even if it means death or never seeing the light

I’m ready just tell me when

my heart is already at the edge of the broken realm

Im stronger than all the gods combined

have you ever seen a rose made from pining

she smiles at you and your world is already hers

before you can even think your conception changes

to a being who breathes to love only her

but don’t you follow too deep

you might not know your way back

because one day you might wake up

to never smelling the scent of roses again

white summers and dark winters

when you get bored with your eyes

just close them and look at your self

from somebody's eyes

you will look different every single day

but all I want is to see myself whole again

in the name of sunsets and beaches

hands intertwined I look at you but all I see

is a shadow of my desires, ready to give its place