The Rose And The Weeds


Even though you were my whole garden, I was merely a rose in yours
At first, I thought flowers were beautiful
but I learned that when you have flowers, 
you're bound to have weeds
These weeds are growing around my heart and in my lungs
I'm running out of love and oxygen
As beautiful as these are blooming,
I want them out
I can't fucking breath and my blood is no longer pumping 
Someone, anyone please help....


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