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Jun 2018
Those "petals" start to blooming like a wing,
The "pleasant scent" start spreading with the wind,
While too much colors "they" wanted to be,
More "thorns" keep growing and freely hurting.

"They" are just like roses,
Roses have 14 colors,
But "they" have more than 14 colors,
Sometimes "they" mixed and
Hide behind the beautiful "images".
While the outside keep blooming beautifully,
The inside keep hurting
and "hiding" secretly.

I love "roses" because of their scent,
I have it but still forgot their "thorns"
Those "thorns" bleed me every time I touched,
Hurt me deeply yet still mesmerizing.
Yes it's true ,
"They" keep forgot why I love
and have them.
Well actually i relate "roses" to human who looks innocent, pure and beautiful outside but actually the inside as bad as we never imagine .  Too much personalities(colors) they wanted to be and show, the evil side keep hurting other people and hiding perfectly without no one know.  We all have fav "roses" in our life , but we always forgot their "thorns" that actually can bleed and hurt us deeply.
muhdzaim
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muhdzaim  24/M/Malaysia
(24/M/Malaysia)   
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