#rosethornspainsorrow
The Rose stood tall,
Among the field of weeds
Its petals were red,
Dipped in blood
Its scent was,
An intoxicating drug
The softness of its petals
Put Eden Ducks to shame
The Rose itself,
Was an Epitome of Beauty and Fame
Nonetheless,
Beauty comes at a price
Its thorns were barriers,
Caging it in its beautiful cell
The were always there,
Ready to ***** if one got too close
The Rose wept,
Of Sorrow and Anger
For it longed,
To be a ****
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC