Thorns Among the Roses

In the garden of love, petals bloom bright,

But hidden beneath, thorns linger in the night.

A tale woven with shadows, where beauty once stood,

But the thorns whisper secrets that no one understood.

Once a rose, soft and red,

In the sunlight, we danced, dreams we fed.

But those thorns were creeping, cell by cell,

Climbing up my heart, casting a spell.

Ignoring the signs, brushing off the pain,

Love's sweet fragrance masked the rain.

The petals fall slowly, turning to black,

As the thorns dig deep, there's no turning back.

This isn't a fairy tale, this isn't a dream,

Roses turn to shadows, bursting at the seam.

The thorns of silence squeeze, they tear apart,

A beautiful beginning, now breaking my heart.

Caught in the web of twisted lies,

Psychological games dressed in disguise.

Verbal blows feel like shards of glass,

Every word a wound, each moment a mask.

Downtown it whispers,