Flowers aren’t plants, they’re raw and organic, they’re people, the bud it their pupil
oh and roses aren’t red, they just bleed because love hurts
they love the sun and the breeze, the night moon and the stars and hate the winter and related to the trees
they just bleed because love hurts
they stand strong and they lean, resilient as you and me, their beauty comes from what’s underneath
they just bleed because love hurts
they spring from the earth thru a seed, a deeply rooted birth, water helps them grow and breath, magnetically attractive to the birds and the bees
that’s why they bleed because love hurts
A crazy life lived on the edge
because I willingly put love first
Memories painted within my head
that I emotionally smother
So hope can’t be dead
because it arises from the dirt
oh and, Roses aren’t Red
they just bleed because love hurts.
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