she was a rose
full of thorns,
and I got blinded
by her beauty.
I chose to be
pricked instead
to be loved,
and now
I'm bleeding.
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Poetry#1 Crazy minds, twisted stories, broken hearts and crying souls; craved for poems to be read and told ; (6/11/18) ❤ #2 (03/18/18) ❤ #5 (12/8/19)
thorns
she was a rose
full of thorns,
and I got blinded
by her beauty.
I chose to be
pricked instead
to be loved,
and now
I'm bleeding.
