Pluck the roses, and they prick your skin,
Blood is the price you pay for your sin.
The enticing flower is a delicate gem,
Its meant to be guarded by thorns and stems.
The regal blossom will wound deeply,
All those, who try to possess its beauty.
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In The Midnights: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe book features a collection of original poems....I write in the midnights. I hope you like it❤️
