you cant blame a roses thorns for your scars
at the end of the day you're the one who caressed it
the rose did not attack you,
you cant blame it for hurting you when you could clearly see its thorns.
-your choice
sometimes we all need a reality slap with a hard book. who agrees?
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Bitter Love
Poetry"My scars don't bleed, my heart does." Lowercase intended throughout the book.
