Rose Garden
-Pick the thorns from my hand as the blood drips, It reminds me of the day you told me it was over. You walked up to me holding in your hand The letter I wrote you the day before, it was crumpled up Into a ball that you held tightly, My words were frozen by your cold stare and the gentle breeze That blew across, that blew through me I looked into your eyes and was afraid of what you had in mind I was paralyzed like a child sitting in a dark room On my bed looking out at […]