Beautiful as an individual.
But,
Hard to reach out to.
The thorns of the rose,
Painful when prickled.
The thorns of the rose,
The obstacles for one.
One dare to take a chance,
To take the rose.
Despite the obstacles.
A question.
Will one either water the rose
With love
Or
Will one let the rose
To die?
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Random Thoughts of a Girl
PoetryJust a random poetries or poem. I don't know what to call it soo yeahh
