Toughts

I tought you was a Rose with spines that tried to protect herself from outsiders that tried to touch you but i was completely wrong, you were just like a chamomile flower that people ripped apart and made tea of... still in the and i would use beautiful words for you even after all the false hopes that you have to me the only thing left inside me was like a big hole in the ground that had no end and if someone tried to be a friend of mine he or her would just fall in it.