Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Hamlet had Ophelia and Juliet, her Romeo,
But all I have now are tears of mournful sorrow,
No more of my late night company, it’s lost, forgotten and forlorn,
For which my heart you know you have brutally torn.

So do not say you’ll love me forever, or till death do us part,
For who knows when the day is over, it could well be you who would break my heart.
But too late, its over, time waits for no man,
Your courage has fallen for it shall not stand.

Roses that bloom in spring,
So gently and soft they smile,
Yet behind all that beauty
Lies pain u bear for a little while.

Like the many others, you wish to try,
Pick up the beauty that lies beneath the sky,
Prick yourself not, you have faithfully sworn,
But too late it’s over,
Every rose has its thorn

Sarah Lim
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