For You, I wanted to dress my form in flowers,
With petals on my skin,
Just a delicate outer cover,
To mirror what lies within.
In You, I was but a flower,
Struggled to blossom and grow,
But I was bruised by the many obstacles,
Which on my way you did throw.
I tried to plant my root firmly,
In this rocky shade of life,
You're the one who should have helped me,
But all you've thrown me is strife.
And now a cloak of thorns,
Is all that I wear,
Trying to hide the pain,
That I can never share.
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