Bloody Rose

Love is a bloody rose, mostly from my heart. Seems so good but as soon  as it begins the real pain starts.

So I’m afraid of the thing I want the most 

she thought she had a chance but she never came close

Now I strategically disguise my pain with loud talk and seductive ways
Emotional torture could take me in my sleep

So I pray the Lord my soul to keep

but until that day

a pile of bloody roses takes my hearts place

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