Secret Pain

As i hold this thorn,
On my skin.
The blood within,
Runs over my skin.

My blood is red,
Like a new rose,
Even now,
No one knows.

The pain i have is,
Hidin inside.
The pain I have,
Makes me cry.

This thorn on the rose,
Is the pain on my side,
The pain of love that makes,
People cry.