Roots of Existance

Theres a thorn in your rose
Did you not see?
No one can choose you
You’ll bleed them like me

Gathered your petals, mine for safe-keeping
You snatched them back, leaving me no longer beeping

Machine’s read a straight line
Leaving me cross-armed and tangled in vines
Morning’s new dawn, I will never see
Beneath baby’s breathe and white lilies

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