Mother said to be careful of the thorns.
Disguised in a blush, how was I to know that the most beautiful things will hurt you the most.
But it's the thorns that teach you the lessons. Don't go reaching into dark places, you don't know what pain you'll find.
But the truth is, in fields of daisies, I'd still find the roses. Their red faces poking out of the fields of white. Unique in their own beautiful way.
No one wants to pick the flower blooming across the fields, they want the mystery of something new.
So be careful when searching, sometimes the most exquisite things are the ones right in front of you.
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META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
