We're always keeping secrets
A mystery to all eyes
Between us
None arise
We walk apart
Yet, I see a rose with thorns
Bounding us to a common past
I wish you were here, so I can tear your horns
I'm shrouded in darkness, unable to move forward
Wherever I walk, shards of glass hurt my feet
In those shards, I see your face
It hurts so much, and yet, I walk anyway
You flew away
Like a bee to a blossoming flower
Only after the perfect ones
What am I to you?
Am I a flower?
Are you a bee?
As do stingers to you
So do thorns to me
You left me stung
And so did I to you
As a stinger to a bee
As a thorn to me
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
