Thorn

Sometimes she wonders
Is she mean?
She just needs his shoulders
She will play them clean

Rose starts to sob
Hating and calling her witch
She does not rob
He decides to ditch

She is evil
She feels gleeful in sins
She is not a devil
She just doesn't like when Rose wins

She wants to be loved
Though she has to be a thief
Her loneliness is solved
By making Rose get into mischief

It is a sweet revenge
For the pains she got
She won't avenge
If only she was cared a lot

Rose, you are beautiful
You attract bees by whistling a horn
Rose, she is awful
Remember she is a thorn