Sep 2018
You’re a rose among many thorns
They say
Well let me tell you
They’re wrong.
I’m not beautiful
And I’m not precious
I don’t come in different colors
I only come in one:
An envious green.
I’m sharp,
Not soft.
I’m edgy,
Not pretty.
I’m all bite,
No bark.
They say
Well let me tell you
They’re wrong.
I’m not beautiful
And I’m not precious
I don’t come in different colors
I only come in one:
An envious green.
I’m sharp,
Not soft.
I’m edgy,
Not pretty.
I’m all bite,
No bark.
I don’t even remember when I wrote this. I’m assuming a very long time ago. I’m pretty sure I wrote it when I was going through a little rampage. But thankfully it was just a phase^^
