Rose

I thought you were a rose beautiful and sweet but with every rose theirs thorns and your thorns cut so deep dragging along painfully this wasn’t just a cut on my knee I pleaded and begged that you set me free I pleaded and begged  that you set me free but your grasp was like those thorns stronger than I could ever be so I plead and cry wishing this feeling would leave the feeling of your hands all over me the memory of you haunts my dreams band I still  wonder will I ever be free your touch your breath the things you whispered to me I want to forget what you did but it taunts me till I can’t breath I hate what you did to me did you satisfy by the cuts you made bleed the feelings of your hands all over me the feeling of you inside me the feelings of pain the feeling of shame the one memory that will never fade but one day they say you’ll fade away but until then all stay away afraid all day wishing to parish away.