Every Rose has its thorns,
that can't be anymore
true. Those thorns
cut like knives. Ripping
away the love in our hearts.
The hope in
our souls.
I can't help
but notice
that there
are too
many
thorns.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Behind the Mask
RandomThis is my first book. All of these poems are real to me. Please comment if you like it, but no hate please. Enjoy!!!
