it's getting harder for me to tell the difference between the flowers and the weeds.
it's getting harder for me to tell the difference between the the rose and her thorns.
i keep on watering the weeds,
i keep on getting pricked by thorns.
but i continue to smile because pretty girls aren't infested with weeds.
but i continue to smile because pretty girls aren't riddled with thorns.
i am told to de-weed.
i am told to de-thorn.
i keep it quiet because pretty girls aren't meant to have weeds.
i keep it quiet because pretty girls aren't meant to show their thorns.
but i mistake my weeds for roses.
but i mistake my roses for weeds.
i am infected by the weeds.
i am pierced by the thorns.
my wildflowers have long been replaced.
my roses have long been made unsightly.
i just wish i would start watering the flowers
instead of the weeds.
i just wish i would start cutting off the thorns
instead of tearing off the petals.
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Among The Wildflowers
Poetrythe weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language a...
