Everybody saw the enchanting rose
in her hand
But the thorns that pricked
her fingers were never noticed
And strangely
She held the rose
Not for the beauty of the rose
But
To feel the life that's left in her
To feel the warm blood that dripped
She loved the thorns more than the rose
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Let It be! I know It doesn't make any sense.
PoésieLines that I write for a reason that's unknown. "When her mask falls Her energy radiates She becomes noticed From unnoticed She becomes a fire No one can ever put out Her heat brings her life back Her soul dances in those flames She becomes unstoppa...