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“Love”
I was once gifted a Rose.
He told me to hold it up,
so he could take a picture,
Making it last forever.
The thorns dug into my skin while I held it.
Blood was running down my hands,
But he didn’t see…
Blinded by the beauty,
Forgetting about me.
And I didn’t have the heart to tell him.
He was so happy,
So satisfied…
I wouldn’t want to have distracted him
By letting him know that I cried.
Love is a rose with thorns,
And no one saw the way it made me bleed.
Funny, that I told myself;
“This is what I need”
© ForeverUnknown
#love #poem #poetry #writing
He told me to hold it up,
so he could take a picture,
Making it last forever.
The thorns dug into my skin while I held it.
Blood was running down my hands,
But he didn’t see…
Blinded by the beauty,
Forgetting about me.
And I didn’t have the heart to tell him.
He was so happy,
So satisfied…
I wouldn’t want to have distracted him
By letting him know that I cried.
Love is a rose with thorns,
And no one saw the way it made me bleed.
Funny, that I told myself;
“This is what I need”
© ForeverUnknown
#love #poem #poetry #writing
