We, as a society, have decided that roses are a symbol of beauty
Of love
Of affection
But what is a rose without it's thorns?
What is a beauty without a beast?
We've subconsciously declared that beauty needs to be jagged
And that love and pain are not mutually exclusive
If a rose is considered beautiful with its sharp stem
Isn't it fair to say that a rose deprived of its thorns-
Is not as pretty?
Isn't it true that beauty can be found in pain?
Love in hate?
Happiness in madness?
And peace among chaos?
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We Became The Mad Men
PoezieI must wash the blood off my hands and the only way is with ink ~ Collection of my poetry.
