I have been contained,
Long enough to hide from everyone.
Long enough to face the world full of wondrous painful acts.
By my naked bud,
Stretching out from my virgin core.
I possess thousands of thorns.
Where pain is given,
With just a prick.
Making you shed a liter of tears.
No wonder. Why?
No wonder, as to why they left me alone on the side.
Wilting as the time goes by.
Waiting for the one,
Who appreciates the true beauty I hide.
No lies,
Just truth.
Like a rose,
Just waiting to bloom.
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A Ludicrous World
PuisiA Collection of Poetry written by Kyle Patrick De Guzman It is a world filled with absurdity where only a few could understand and take. It is all real or could just be a mere possibility - for some. "Nothing is absurd as long as it is real and plau...
