You were covered in dew , still new when we first met,
You and I, a duet
A perfect match , I had thought
A perfect rose in my palms only it had thorns.

Pricked my finger once,
Pricked my finger twice,
But I still chose to hold you tight,
In the midst of the night.

You couldn't have been the one,
I was broken inside, anguish within me did bind,
I watched my hands bleed ; damage you have done.
I was one...