Rose

A beautiful thing petals crimson and soft.
if you grip too tight torns will cut, a river of blood will flow down
to a chest with a heart beating with no meaning

rose thats wilted petals turned dark and violent
ready to fall to pieces
if you grip the torns still strong still sharp.

I was a Rose, You were a rose

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