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Roses have thorns for a reason. If they were all beauty with out defense Those hard, sharp edges Extending from their stems They would be easily plucked and clipped Taken advantage of. They would be used For some hideous centerpiece That would be adored for a few hours Than ignored for weeks Until the water turned black Leaves rotted and decayed The petals dry out and fall Leaving bare stem remains. Leave me in my garden Where I am surrounded by friends The daffodils, lilies, white chrysanthemums. The hard working bees Could make delicious honey From my sweet nectar That would be taken to the hive And served to the Queen. The words I speak Are my thorns Verbal warnings That I am not to be reckoned with. Release your the sheers Remove your greedy hands Grab me like that again My thorns will make you bleed You will be sorry. Truthfully speaking, You will never be a rose. Even if you tried You would result as a **** A blight, a disease Pulled from the ground immediately. You are a hideous creature. A monster. Without you I am stronger. I am not a dandelion anymore Easily destroyed From a meager blow. Let me alone I am a Rose.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
Roses
Roses have thorns for a reason. If they were all beauty with out defense Those hard, sharp edges Extending from their stems They would be easily plucked and clipped Taken advantage of. They would be used For some hideous centerpiece That would be adored for a few hours Than ignored for weeks Until the water turned black Leaves rotted and decayed The petals dry out and fall Leaving bare stem remains. Leave me in my garden Where I am surrounded by friends The daffodils, lilies, white chrysanthemums. The hard working bees Could make delicious honey From my sweet nectar That would be taken to the hive And served to the Queen. The words I speak Are my thorns Verbal warnings That I am not to be reckoned with. Release your the sheers Remove your greedy hands Grab me like that again My thorns will make you bleed You will be sorry. Truthfully speaking, You will never be a rose. Even if you tried You would result as a **** A blight, a disease Pulled from the ground immediately. You are a hideous creature. A monster. Without you I am stronger. I am not a dandelion anymore Easily destroyed From a meager blow. Let me alone I am a Rose.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
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