Love cuts deeper than any blade

Love cuts deeper than any blade

Like a flower
Every rose has its thorn
The danger
And the pain
When your torn
The thorn
Tatters
All up your arms
And leaves grazes
On your forward posed palms
When it leaves you
In such a becoming state
With no clue
Of when your going to wake

We’re a flower
But every rose has its thorn
We believe in danger
Cos we’ve felt the pain
When we’re torn
And the thorn tatters
All up your arms
From your forward posed palms
Right to the heart
When it leaves you
In such a becoming state
With no clue
Of when your going to wake
One kiss could break it away
Yet one word can bring on the rain
And we wilt
Coz there aint no sun
And we die all alone in this garden