Roses


You wake up in thorns
but go to bed knowing
you have everyone
fooled.

Never questions to be answered
or sentiments explained.

You just have to
keep that interest
deep,

keep those secrets
beneath your sheets.

It loses sparkle in the daylight,
wait ‘till before you go to sleep.

You’ll wake up
covered in scratches
with last night's roses
now leftover thorns,

but don’t worry,
it’s okay,

no one ever notices
anyway.

They may see
the blood and scratches
and the secrets pouring out,

but they’ll never smell the roses,
they’ll never figure you out.

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