Field of comfort

She’s like a flower , soft and delicate
Yet with a fierce beauty and nature .

You with your bloody act ,
and sway of hands .
Plucked her apart ,
from her field of comfort .

Engaging her with your bold lies ,
To love her till death departs.

That lie turns into reality ,
When you see another prettier flower .

A red rose , with flames upon it . Turning into black and smoke

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