A red rose...
Took upon my sight
Beautiful red rose i held on with All my might
Forgetting the thorns
The blood upon the tips
I held the rose closely...
As my skin started to rip
Blood flows, down my wrist
Holding both rose and wrist Close, tightly in my fist
Such a harmless plant
I hold in my hand
Didn't mean no harm
Now I no longer stand
For the last drop of blood fell From my wrist
To the harmless flower
I held tightly in my fist
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