i smelled your rose
and thought of you
you smelled my rose
and thought of her
i grabbed your rose
grasping onto the thorns
not caring the blood that flowed
you held my rose
and dropped it
as soon as the prickly thorn
poked your soft skin
you dropped it
and grasped hers instead
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 11:00 PM UTC
i smelled your rose
and thought of you
you smelled my rose
and thought of her
i grabbed your rose
grasping onto the thorns
not caring the blood that flowed
you held my rose
and dropped it
as soon as the prickly thorn
poked your soft skin
you dropped it
and grasped hers instead
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