I walk this road beside you,

My feet are blistered and bruised.

You have paved this path with good intentions

But littered it with thorns.

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Crimson shadows crawl over my skin,

As crystal tears trickle down my face.

You have inflicted these wounds upon me,

And still, you beg to be my healer.

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You hold my hand in yours,

So tightly I know you won’t let it go.

You say I am safe, yours to keep forever,

But I am only trapped within your grip.

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You stain my lips with your poison,

A kiss, so bitter, it burns deep inside.

I look into your eyes, fire and ice mingle in their depths,

And I know I will never break free.

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A paper rose you give to me, a symbol of our love.

You say it’ll never wilt and die,

But how can something die when it has no soul to live?

Our love is already dead, buried beneath what used to be.

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I walk this road beside you,

My feet are blistered and bruised.

This path was paved with good intentions

But it’s overgrown with thorns.

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©2004 Emma J J

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