I smell the roses each morning,

It reminds me of you,

Those perfume petals,

Fills the room with your scent.

Every touch of you,

Is heavy to my soul,

Every smile of you,

Crush me to pieces.

The thorns of you, my love,

Its hurting me more,

The thorns of you, my love,

Its bleeding me dry.

The smell of me,

Has become toxic to you,

My venomous heart,

Is suffocating you.

But you still shine,

You never stop blooming,

The leaves greener than ever,

And yet the thorns stayed.

The cost of you,

Was my unholy soul,

The warmth of you,

Was my undying wish.

In the end,

You wilted in my arms

The scent became unbearable,

And all you left me was,

the thorns of you.

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xoxo Quinn