Rose Thorns

The apple has turned sour
My kiss is black, it’s black and blue
The memories of the night
Are stale but could turn out either way

What should I do?
Our love is not in bloom
Premature like a baby
A blue star crying in the night

Maybe we should start elsewhere
Maybe we could cut it and be spared
We have all the time in the world
Why start now and bruise ourselves with rose thorns

As pretty as a flower,
But you know it’s fragile and not meaningful
Bounce back now while you still can,
Free yourself from the possible pain

What can I do?
Our love is not in bloom
I’m immature, I don’t know about you
A lost child crying in the dark

Maybe we should start elsewhere
Maybe we could cut it and be spared
We have all the time in the world
Why start now and bruise ourselves with rose thorns

 

reynaldopagsolinganjr@yahoo.com

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