field of roses

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She loved you.
But she was a daisy
In a field of roses.

You wanted the prettier girls
The ones that,

Once you tried to
Pick one for yourself,
Pricked your heart
With their hidden thorns.

You never even thought
About falling for the flower
That couldn't hurt you.

Because in your eyes
She wasn't as extraordinary
As the beautiful roses
That used their exterior beauty
To carry out the same evil plan.

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