Thorns with every Rose

I was told to give everything time,
Things have a way of sorting itself out.
I was told to wait and eventually you would fade
From my memory.
But not a day passed when your face
Didn't haunt me.
Not a single one when I remembered
Our days together.
Tell me why, you still like to torture me
By strolling around my head?
We left a lot of things unsaid...
But you should go now.
As far away as possible from me,
Because I need to find myself
New memories.
Time said I would be fine.
Time lied.
I hoped someday you would be mine.
I hoped in vain.
I was told lies and I believed those...
But I remember now,
There are thorns with every rose.


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