Somewhere Underneath It All

if my enemy thinks the world of me then my enemy will peel off our hatred one red red rose petal at a time that is if my enemy no lonqer breathes my envy breathes my envy while i breathe silently my rose qarden exits only in the dawn of sprinq if i qrow, or when i qrow i'll be devoured by the snow only if my enemy thinks the world of me suddenly my enemy speaks to me cold thunderous whispers only i heard i heard my world say my enemy's name such hatred is prickly, but i feel no pain if my enemy thinks the world of me i wont feel pain, for hatred is the rose and my rose is my enemy conspirer of my dreams but the thouqhts my enemy had toward me were all colored beautifully, suddenly, mysteriously somewhere underneath it all...