In the shadows of Life blossomed a beautiful rose,
Whom became familiar with the darkness as a home.
Rumored of a fear for others, but in reality, he didn't want to impose;
Because he grew accustomed to being alone.
He witnessed those that were very close
Slowly transformed into his greatest foes,
Leaving his petals disfigured or broke.
It's a shame that it happens more often than most.
So he hides behind a wall of smoke
Thick enough, most men would have choked.
He remembers the past, when he was filled up with hope;
God, he should have listened to the lessons that were once spoke.
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 7:50 AM UTC
In the shadows of Life blossomed a beautiful rose,
Whom became familiar with the darkness as a home.
Rumored of a fear for others, but in reality, he didn't want to impose;
Because he grew accustomed to being alone.
He witnessed those that were very close
Slowly transformed into his greatest foes,
Leaving his petals disfigured or broke.
It's a shame that it happens more often than most.
So he hides behind a wall of smoke
Thick enough, most men would have choked.
He remembers the past, when he was filled up with hope;
God, he should have listened to the lessons that were once spoke.
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