I never liked roses
Deceptively beautiful, I thought
Thorns to push people away
A scent to turn faces the other wayShe liked roses - then
Maybe I can endure
The thorns and blood
Along my hands
And come to like roses
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Musings
PoetryA book encompassing my brain. Filled with poems, sketch stories and everything in between.
1 - Roses
I never liked roses
Deceptively beautiful, I thought
Thorns to push people away
A scent to turn faces the other wayShe liked roses - then
Maybe I can endure
The thorns and blood
Along my hands
And come to like roses