𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Not again sore

With all honesty in every inch of my being
I'm scared to the young roses which surround me
For I know not the thorns they posses
But strangely I'm walking towards us.
And maybe it would end requited or more
But atleast the only rythm left in me is not again sore..