Maybe i will find a rose with almost as
Little as three thorns.
Today he told me i was his
And even though i waited
To feel his thorns
Digging into my soft skin, i now
Think he is a rare
Beautiful rose.
One that it is harmless.
One that you keep in favour just to hold
And admire..
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11:52 P.M.
Poetryfor once in her life, she had something to live for bangtan © SACCHARINEYKH