The Most Beautiful Thing in My Mind.

Roses Have Thorns.

1.10 pm
Roses have so many meanings. They're the small boy's grief for his lost mother. It's the pretty girl throwing herself into his arms. They're like my grandma's perfume that shouts for attention. Every morning I wake to find tiny diamonds on each velvety petal out behind my house. Something I look forward to. Yet behind everything is hate disguised behind the beauty. Flaws no one can change, not even me. He can't touch me there. No, he'll realize that I'm more than soft petals bonded by a smooth stem. My sweet smell will turn sour to him. Maybe that's why I ruin everyone in my path. I cannot hide my thorns. I've tried.