Living life is like walking in a rose Bush.
Somedays are made with roses and sweet fragrance,
Filled with Joy and laughter.
Somedays we trample over the torns,
Leaving us heartbroken and sad.
Most days are made up of both,
Though the torns rip you
There are some Roses to heal you.
Roses or torns, we were made strong enough to walk on both.
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Poems By A Nymph Drunk On Words
PoesiaWords, They have changed me They have captured my soul and owned it But don't be scared my dear For Oh you have no clue How much I'm in love to be drunk on words.
