You are the rose
and I am the thorns
I protect you
in every shape and form.
But one day
I will be ripped away
while you are put on display.
But don't
you worry
we will see eachother soon
someday
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Roses
PoetryWith roses comes thorns with thorn comes pain what's a little beauty with out pain. What's a little beauty without envy. What's beauty without love ❤️ poetry has its way of explaining things that are hard to say.
roses
You are the rose
and I am the thorns
I protect you
in every shape and form.
But one day
I will be ripped away
while you are put on display.
But don't
you worry
we will see eachother soon
someday
