Thorned Black Roses
Painful daggers rape my skin
Drawing blood to the very surface
To gush in crimson streams
One whimsical word haunts me
Trust…
I let my heart be shown completely
Unprotected and visible
Only for thorns of black to be raked across it
I should have known better;
No rose is as sweet as its ill scent.
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"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do."
~Walter Bagehot
~Walter Bagehot
