Saturday, January 8, 2011

A Bed Of Roses

All along you thought it was a bed of roses
But you’ve been accepting lies like flowers
Drenched in the scent of deceit
Well soon they’ll wilt
And then you’ll see
As you look upon the faded color
That beauty was nothing
A scam

The blooms that glow with a colorful hue
Are only to blind from the truth
They charm you with petals
Of bright silken tints
So wondrous you never look past them
Well the petals will fall
And those thorns will remain
Pricking your heart with a sharpness
A pain

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