Damasca Rose -  Bangkok, Thailand
 

 

 

Thorny Rose!

    To ashes I am burning   
    You put me on fire..   
    I kill myself by kissing   
    Those lips of yours, my liar   
    You've lied to me.. Hurtfully   
    I hate you like anything..   
    Yet love you painfully   
    helplessly like anything..   
    Those lips of yours, my liar   
    I want to crush them with mine.   
    Burnt with anguish desire..   
    You tell me lie..   
    My red red Roses you!   
    My beauty thorny you!   
    I beg you to stay..   
    Yet, want to chase you away    
    I love you hurtfully   
    I hate you like anything..   
    I love you painfully   
    helplessly like anything..   
    Give me your nectar..   
    Your nectar no more..   
    Give me back my trust   
    Oh.. I can trust you no more
 

 

 

 
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