She was only beautiful on the outside
They say "If you like the rose you have to accept the thorns."
The demons try, they really do
But they can never control us again
Thorns
They protect us
For they are nothing but whispers of a painful past
They shield us from the dark reign of those demons
And allow us to fully bloom
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A Poet's Dictionary
PoetryPoetry: literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.
