Climbing the Rose

Climb to the top
Kiss from petals
Drink the elixir so red
Fill yourself with love
Live a life of warm snuggles

Yet a rose is
No medicine
No magic
No miracle
So I

Fall from the top
Cuts from thorns
Cough the toxins so black
Empty myself from love
Die a death of cold IV

Love is sought after, yet painful.
I see my friend in pain sometimes,
yet in joy other times.

What kind of drug is love exactly?



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