Thorns کے بول

Rose petals white, covering the pavement Of my garden in the night, flowers faded Mirror keeps silent, can’t see my reflection Carefully reminds me of my imperfection Wounded by the thorns, painfully embracing The flowers that are meant to speak for me Love is left unspoken, love no longer matters Left unsheltered, trampled by eternity Rose petals white, taken out by winds Cold and heavy, I hear winter sings Taken out by winds memories are gone She takes a rest under the tombstone Wounded by the thorns, hands are bleeding Blood is slowly dripping on the ground I can't feel the difference between death and living Everlasting winter all around Black skies eat the night No sound, no stars out Her hands are the same cold as mine But I'm forever cursed to be alive