Rose Brier

The edge of desire
Pulsing through a red rose
Deceiving with brier
Continuing it's outward grow

He is the flowing rain
His touch is my supply
As I lose what's sane
Rain falls from the sky

Addiction grows strong
Drowning that pour rose
Ignorantly ignoring the wrong
Because of what is exposed

Flirting with the edge of desire
Forgetting he is a liar