Thorns of a Rose
Lost in thought and bound to hate
she who stole my heart and mind,
'cause I go mad when it gets late
and leave reality behind;
from then on up until this date,
I came back only to find -
the world which I did not create,
the world I tried to leave behind -
was that which I did really hate,
not her who stole my heart and mind...
Copyright © Paul Allen | Year Posted 2015
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