Oh, Darling

Oh, darling, everyone is a flower
Waiting to bloom
Some take longer than others
But those are the most beautiful

Oh, darling, I've discovered my flower
I'm an ink black rose
With thorns that'll pierce your skin
Leaving these various open wounds
And blood spiraling down these wrists

Oh, darling, am I beautiful now?

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