The rose

This rose I give to you in love
This rose I take but is not enough.
Real love is not handed, it is granted.
We test our limits unto the end
For this broken heart may never mend.

Your selfish ways, I have lived to hold it inside of me.
Let go of your brokenness, and set me free.
Where did this honesty come from?
Where has justice of love begun?
They tell tall tales of the way it used to be.
Loving you was the way that i ought to see.

The rose made its way in some fairy tale book.
The feel, the touch, the meaning behind that childish look.
Some go on loving again
Sometimes, love will end.

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