Bitterness within
Agony and Pain
Coldness outward
Hate arises
Settling pause
Trust no more
Peculiar sure
Torture high
Fulfilling why
Love doesn’t live here
Forbidden enter
Thorns cut
Deep down wounds
Surpassed in no return
Broken unspoken words
Outdone
Withered and disguise
Hardened agony
Tightened grip
Emotions destined
Thorne of never heal.
love
is
a rose
where
the
heart
wants to go
but
behind
every rose
i
suppose
is
a thorne
Our silence is what hurts the
most
i can hear the whispers of your
gohst
pretending not to hear the
truth
when all you showed me was
proof
hold my hand, whisper in my
ear
tell me i have nothing left to
fear
that prickle that thorne
to which you have sworne
youd never do
how could you
now these tears come
streaming down my face
i thought id finally found my
place
youre smile was not at its best
in your heart i was just a
guest
Fly high my brother carry on
until you reach that Golden Thorne.
On bended knee do bow thy head
and seek the one of Broken Bread.
Dont look back now soul fly high
your life down here has passed on by.
Fly high my brother carry on,
for you have reach Forever home
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