ROSE
Once upon a time, there was a girl.
She was a pink rose, her life filled with hope .
She would spend hours in her head, her mind as pure as pearls.
Praying and wishing that her prince would come, she couldn’t cope.
After weeks she was screaming
Her mind had chipped,
Her ship had sinked.
Go my dear be free from here
Leave your clouded mind behind
Go my dear be free from here
If you look back your mind will crack.
He was a red rose, a thorn in her side
He wasn’t a prince, regardless she followed.
She was trapped in a bind, she was running out of time
His love was false and she was left hollow
After weeks she was screaming (get out of my head)
Her mind had cracked she finally snapped (she left him for dead)
The White rose was different. He didn’t scare her.
She felt like he knew her. He was Safe, sweet and innocent.
She loved him with all of her might and that was a blur.
She wasn’t a damsel and he wasn’t a prince.
But they were content.
She was content.
