She doesn't know what to say
your words are just a bit of poison
have you come to taunt her with your love
or do you truly mean the best to her heart?
Will you draw her in
to make her fall so you can catch her?
Or will you lure her into your domain
so you can torture her soul?
You hope, you say...
she had a taste of hope
the bitter two-edged sword
that cut her heart into two
leaving her bleeding in the open moonlight
left to weep over her destroyed innocence
as he walked away, a sinister grin on his lips
smothering her heart under his feet...
but you came along as she picks up the pieces
and stoop to help her heal
you gathered her in your arms
to take her home
now you stand there
with her broken heart in your hands
she faces you with wide terrified eyes
questioning your mysterious motives.
The hope that she lives for
she just might die by
the twisted irony
of a thorned rose