The Scars of a Rose

The Scars of a Rose

Drenched in tears of unrequited love,
my shoulder wants thee to stay.
Clenched fists ready to raise above,
my fingers block thy way.

Mixed feelings and emotions hinder thy smile,
dark intentions build up a sudden rage.
Fixed hopes and dreams will stay for a while,
thy heart will eventually heal with age.

Emasculate the beast with charges of voluntary manslaughter!
Alas, sugarcoated romantic gestures rekindle tainted chivalry.
No man shall speak daggers to any woman, even his own daughter.
Forecast identity fraud with a knight’s intent of lust and misery.

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