Thorns tear the flesh of a naive lover
who believes in the actuality
of childish happily ever after.
In truth, red roses bear brutality
and symbolize imprudence at its peak
as hopeless romantics display madness
never finding what they lengthily seek.
So much wasted time and bitter sadness,
but the innocent mind still attempts faith
in something that may never exist.
Reaching for Cloud Nine, they land on the eighth,
a cold, gray orb of pitiful, lone mist.
To say this, understand my heart is gone,
for when dreams hushed, reality played on.
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