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A rose
A rose,
Red and pure.
Looking like a gift from God.
Too pretty to touch.
Looking beautiful and harmless.
But it’s not.
A rose.
Its petals untouched.
Something you must never change.
Innocent in its beauty.
Which makes you happy.
A feeling that’s strange.
A rose.
A little color in a field of gray.
Too pretty to just watch.
A beautiful red rose.
The temptation is getting stronger.
But is it worth to touch?
A rose.
Smelling nice and sweet.
A smell that lingers.
But a rose.
Has thorns too.
And I feel the blood flowing down my fingers.
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Beautiful poem! xxlisanne
lisanne - 10-02-2014 om 14:37