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Published fictional poem |
The thorns of a rose are sharp and cruel Love used as a weapon by many fools Make you bleed like a wounded soul Leaving you empty with nowhere to go Merciless are the thorns of a rose How to avoid the cuts nobody knows The search to elude them is difficult indeed They embed themselves deeply, on your emotions feed The thorns of a rose cannot be plucked Knaw away at your feelings, leave you in a rut Like sand in an hourglass, time slips by Gone is the will to put up a fight Dreams and the happiness you once thought of Like the thorns of a rose, gone is the notion of love Time heals all wounds as the saying goes That’s before encountering the thorns of a rose |