Rose Bushes

He wont stop dragging me
Through his red rose bushes,
I get scratched by the thorns.

He gives me a rose,
to wipe away the blood.
It's nice he still holds me.
A solid cuff locked tight,
around my petite ankle.
our love is the padlock.

A chain runs to his wrist,
that stops me from standing.
I dont need to stand though,
I'm happy as a shadow
I will never be alone,
when I'm tied to him.

He just keeps on walking,
just dragging me along.
Not running away,
just going somewhere new.

I'm not hurt or bruised,
just look through my blue eyes!
I'm loving him, not being abused.