It started with a Rose
Alive and well
With not a single thorne in sight
I looked at it everyday
It seemed alright
I put it in a vase
So it could be safe, lying there on my window seal.
I came home from school one day
And I have to say it's easy to be fooled by looks.
It all started with a Rose
Whose Thorne clean face came out from hiding
I picked it up
I showed it love
I held it close
Only for it to deceive me
It all started with a rose whose thorns came out
And betrayed me
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Pen To Paper
PoetryPut a pen to the paper Some say "It's just poetry" No this is not just poetry It's emotions spilling on a page Words filled with sadness and rage Poetry is a window to the soul Because sometimes we can't find the door Put a pen to the paper And...
