Original song; “Rose Without Thorns”

I wasn’t planning to remix this song

But someone left a comment that hit deeper than they know.

It made me stop.

Made me cry.

And then it made me remember

My thorns aren’t something to hide.

They’re my strength.

My ‘no.’

My boundaries.

This one’s for every rose who ever felt the need to cut herself down just to be loved.

🥀 “I’m not sorry for my thorns anymore.”

This is “Rose With Thorns.”

I bled for love, but now I bleed for me.

Used to fear my thorns now they set me free.

They called me “too much,” said I should soften,

But a rose without thorns? Just a girl in a coffin.

You want my petals? Then learn my pain.

I don’t bloom for games. I bloom for rain.

Love me soft, but touch me wise,

I’m not a flower for display. I’m fire in disguise.

Don’t cut me down just learn to hold me right,

If I’m a storm, then you be the night.

I wear my thorns like armor and crown,

You want my love? Then don’t tear me down.

I’m not your pretty little wilted regret

I’m rooted in power. You ain’t seen me bloom yet.

🥀🌵🌹

I danced through fire with petals bruised,

You saw the scars but not what I refused.

Not a victim of my heat. I chose to burn,

So if you felt the sting? That’s how you learn.

My thorns are not cruelty.

They’re my “no.”

They’re my “not again.”

They’re the proof I survived.

If that makes me hard to love,

Then you were never strong enough.

Don’t cut me down just learn to hold me right,

If I’m a storm, then you be the night.

I wear my thorns like armor and crown,

You want my love? Then don’t tear me down.

I’m not here to shrink. I was born to rise,

A rose with thorns, blazing under storm skies.

Touch me with care or not at all.

‘Cause I bloom wild never made for your wall.

🌹🥀

༺🌹༻ 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 ༺🌹༻

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