It’s red and blue and yellow and black
But it’s not white, I swear it’s not white
It’s wild and pure and crazy and kind
But it’s not cruel, I swear it’s not cruel
It’s a rose petal; all you feel its delicacy
But borne out of vicious thorns
It’s titanium – bulletproof
But is cracked and bandaged and stitched time and time again
Takes decades to wear off – if it ever does at all

But he writes it off like the cornerstone
Because underneath that blood he fails to see the love
Behind that iris, look closely, lies the truth of her pains
She gave them roses but they thanked her with thorns
It’s black and blue and always true
My heart was always true