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One Rose and Too Many Thorns


Roses are red but you are blue,
And I just don’t know what to do,
Because you won’t let me in through your eyes,
And make them dance again.

Roses are red and your blood is too,
I know because of what they do to you,
But you won’t let me make it right,
And make you alive again.

Roses are red and your eyes are brown,
Tears making them shine like a crown,
Don’t let your soul be their trophy,
When you could be mine instead.

Roses are red like the ones you gave me,
Underneath the shade of our castle tree,
You nearly smiled then,
But I knew it was a lie.

Roses are red and violence is black,
Just like the bruises littering your back,
Because they don’t see past sight,
Not like I do.

Roses are red just like my face,
As when I see you my heart must race,
My broken little punk boy,
Who I just can’t fix.

Roses are red as is your bathroom floor,
That’s why they say I can’t see you anymore,
Because you’ve left me all alone,
But that’s okay; I’ll be with you soon.

Roses are red and now we’re both blue,
Our veins have no blood to carry through,
Just know that although it can’t beat,
My heart still belongs to you.



A/N: This was meant to be a kinda Frerard poem, told from Gerard’s point of view. Sorry if it sucked. Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think! :)