They say time will heal my wounds
But time is of irrelevance to me
I now wear heavy weights around my neck
That were once vibrant roses you had picked from our garden
You had made me your muse and had adorned me in them
Now that autumn has come, the petals are drying
Their fragrance is dying
Yet I still wear them proudly with no shame
I will wear them until each petal falls one by one
Each petal cries out in pain and is a weight upon my shoulders
I can barely breathe from the words that are suffocating me
that had escaped from your poisonous mouth that had seeped into my sensitive and innocent heart
Leaving thorns there that cannot be healed by time nor love nor understanding