I wish you could buy me a new white dress
to make me feel like an angel
because the one I have now feels like a burden.
I wish you could spin me around
like a ballerina - so high -
so I could touch the stars and get one for you.
I wish I could dance all night for you
and stare at the hearts in your eyes.
I wish we could escape together
to another world and become ethereal.
I wish for a sweet escape, my sweet boy.
But the white dress I have is not as beautiful anymore.
It's been ripped from the roses' thorns
that have been growing from my heart.
The wild rose stems are so tight; I can barely breathe.
And people keep watering the roots because they think roses are beautiful.
And they are.
But not in a way I want them to be.
I want to plant them somewhere else and stitch up my heart so they can't grow back.
Moving closer to you means stepping into the rain,
a place where the sky always weeps,
which means only one thing.
I will be closer to you but the rain will water the roses' roots in my heart
which will only make them grow stronger and deeper.
I will be closer to you but at what price?
No wonder why so many people hate the place you live in -
rain can only cause damage to the hearts of the people who are a home to roses.
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