Why do you have roses for eyes?
Because at some point,
love made me blind
What of the thorns on your mouth?
So that my cries at night
won't get too loud
What about the roots covering your ears?
So I won't hear,
or leave because of fear,
instead I'll just grab him a beer
And that bouquet of band-aids?
They were supposed to heal my scars,
but the one who truly needed those
was the Big Bad Wolf
