i slept on a bed of thorns and watched my rose in bloom, struck by moonlight tears escaped its center and i bled old wounds all night...
in the morning i felt no deliverance from the now recurring nightmare that is my life...
i wanted her to know
that love is forever
where i stand
am i leaving for me or for her?
how selfish of me to shun love
here i go again embracing all the jazz and blues of rain.
i've been here before...again.
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where i stand, too
but
you can only stand on a bed of thorns for so long
before you start to bleed
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