Marriage of Thorns

Marriage of thorns and I just got pricked Seeing the blood makes me sick The red , so much anger The pink of my exposed flesh Yet he can't even say sorry. A beautiful rose he Was, so full of life But it seemed not all his petals bloomed When they did they left me deep wounds He was beautiful on the outside ugly everywhere else. I put on that dress on a gloomy,rainy day Doubt in my heart and in my mind Sure, he smells sweet, but rotting on the inside As I walked the isle my bouquet held tight Straight to him, to my death? Or my life? He smiled so calmly , so sweet , so pure My mind was elsewhere out that church door When I met him I only got pricked , sticked Now that we are married I'm almost decapitated.