Every Flower Has Its Thorns
I saw you as a ray of sun, a spotlight showering me with light and love
I saw you as the clearest sky, an opening to the heavens above
You were my fire to keep me warm and lead the way
You were my wings, to help me soar and forget my pain
I saw you as an ocean, a powerful wave and a gentle tide
I saw you as a treetop, a balcony from which I can fly
You were my star for I knew you were always there for me
You were my mountain for I could lean on you when I was weak
I saw only your beauty
Heard only your sweet voice
I felt only your loving touch
Spoke only of our endless joy
But I couldn’t see the betrayal in your smile
Couldn’t hear the emptiness in your promises
I couldn’t feel the coldness of your hands
Couldn’t speak of my growing uneasiness
I trusted you
But you were leading me to my demise
I put all my hopes and dreams into you
But you never saw me as more than your prize
And that horrible day I learned the truth
Is burned into my memory
And whenever I think of that day
It’s like a shattered glass making me bleed
It’s like you lit me on fire
And left me there to burn
My scars are still visible
And my feelings forever hurt
But I know now how cruel people can be
How they can trick you and mislead
You into thinking that they care.
At least now I know reality
On the surface, I see a lovely winter, full of snowy hills
But on the inside, there is ice that pierces you and kills
On the outside, I see a rose, gorgeous, in its prime
But every flower has its thorns that will stab you every time
So now I live every day with the scars you gave me
Every day I wait for someone better to save me
But if they come to me and try to be my friend
Thanks to you, I don’t think I can trust anyone again
Because I’ll always be scared that he’ll end up like you-
A lying, betraying, disgusting creature that doesn’t care and never knew
That now I live in agony, trying to forget how you took my love and ripped it apart
But I won’t ever forget my scars and most of all
My broken heart
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