I'm Your Thorn, My Rose
Rose, she may have thorns
Other says, I'm her curse but
Secretly, protecting her from
Enemies surrounding us
But I fail, they took her away
Unveiled, they wrapped her
Done, a new her appears
Sadly, just to sell her to others.
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Before We Sleep
PoetryWelcome to our April 2018 Poets Pub Contest. This month we bring to you, in all its radiant glory, SPRING!! In many places around the world Spring Has Sprung and beautiful flowers are popping up everywhere! We want to celebrate those budding beautie...
