Thy heart is covered in your thorns

I shall ignite a fire,

Yet I will feel scorned.

Torn from the tears you left on my tree.

Dancing with thee,

With a mistress named agony.

Roses cover the foundation of our life.

Yet, you carried a knife.

And you pretended to be its wife.

But as betrayal sings a happy lullaby,

I silently cry and wave goodbye.

To your mannequin heart.