beauty in its purest form
the wight rose withers worthlessly
surrounded by blossoms the color of sin
such beauty overlooked due only to fear,
fear of the thorns that pierce the skin
fear of the impending pain.
ti's not worth the bother to risk
rather to enjoy the beauty from afar
after few days of full blossom,
the beauty begins to fade
the petals soft and delicate dance
as they drift along with the wind
the withered blossom left behind
bare of its former beauty
no longer is it precious, no longer is it pure
but the routes are firmly planted
and shurely the beauty shall blossom again
perhaps with all the former beauty or more
something precious for the sin-full world to enjoy
for beauty is only shown when it is truly cherished.
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ok so it may be good it may suck im just bored so i wrote it and i felt like sharing so let me know what you think.
