Rose

I love story about not letting down your walls

I am your perfect rose
My thorns cut deep, I might seem pretty on the outside but on the inside I'm weak
When my thorns puncture you for the first time... it's best to escape
You think it won't bother you till they strike again,
I see my thorns cut your heart in pieces, i warned you to leave.
Loving me always causes pain I told you to walk away.
I was born with my thorns to protect myself now it's the flaw to truly let you in.
It's me i caused all your pain, you now watch me wither away... now all your left with is scars.
I was...your perfect rose