Bitter
She is like a beautiful rose,
So full of life, with sweet fragrance,
Such a delight.
She smiles ever so innocent,
Swaying and tempting,
Mischief in her eyes,
She's taunting.
As they come closely,
barely even touching.
Her thorns pricking,
Each finger that comes to hold-
Such a delight is the bitter rose..
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TEARDROPS
PoesíaJust Words. Random words that cut you deep. This is my world- and I'm a broken piece of artwork.
