Thriving Rose that Withers

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The whispered song in your heart,
makes the roses dance
Their red sea begins to part,
from the winding wind

Nature's sigh fades away
And you've come to know,
the kind of pain there is today
The angel's rescue is awfully slow

The shade of the rose petals,
is such a deep crimson
Tainted with blood,
you realize it begins

The thorns are a taste of flying
The blood, sweet as honey,
is the pleasure born through pain

But the pain has just begun,
because the thriving rose that withers,
will never be completely overcome

When my eyes fall upon you,
my soul aches,
the evil of my heart withdraws

Do you want to know what it feels like to fly?

It hurts... so much...