You are a Rose,
Blood red and gorgeous,
But you have thorns,
And sometimes, they hurt us,
Everyone thinks you're pretty,
They ignore your thorns,
When your petals wilt you feel free,
But everyone else mourns.
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Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
Rose
You are a Rose,
Blood red and gorgeous,
But you have thorns,
And sometimes, they hurt us,
Everyone thinks you're pretty,
They ignore your thorns,
When your petals wilt you feel free,
But everyone else mourns.