a rose
the simble of love
it bends abd breaks
yet can never be replaced
it stands alone
it can wither and fade
It can snap suddenly in the palm of you hands
Its thornes will p***k
and you will bleed
your wound will heal
most definetly
A rose is a soul
that smells so sweet
but the bitter vine
is in your keep
the rose may break
another will grow
seeds of love will be planted from that one broken rose.
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