they bruised you under the story I can't comprehend,
a rhythm I never heard
you are so caged deep inside
with footprint of betrayal from your loved ones,
your hands are chained
with clot of blood and marks that resembles weariness,
along with handcaps that solely carries deep remarks ,
of how you built this wall around you,
your heart is tired from all the bruises and shocks,
it could ever witness and handle
your eyes have blinded to the pretty colors of the world,
restless are the nights you endure behind closed doors haunted by strings of the past,
but let me in
I will hold the door for you
of the prison gate they caged you in,
I will walk you past all the pain
bit by bit and day by day
season after season and year by year,
we will gradually escape those dark edges of life,
holding your hand so firmly
loving all of you with no regret
embracing your broken strands and witness your beauty,
I will wait for you
till you are ready to love again
when finally we will write our new page,
of roses and thorns,
cause I truly believe
there is no such thing
as happily every after
but will slowly adapt
to the Rose's nature
growing strong and tall
while handling the thorns
birthing radiance with grace
and tales of beauty with age



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