Rose
Tinted Thorn
Don’t
tread on the broken rose
Don’t
walk on that shattered pose
Its love
gone to repose that failed the test
Colors
fading and stem strength degrading
Yet the
thorn survives and become stronger
There’s
no reason for this thrive any longer
But then,
that’s what thorns do, it’s a reminder
In the
middle alone and avoided, it’s the rejoinder
Where to
now as it pricks naked feet?
The rose
gone while the thorn stays, discreet
But felt
and remembered because maybe it’s elite
It’s the
lucky ones that feel and desire love’s sweet
Elixir of
pain suffered by those that don’t love in vain
Chasing
the true love they know that comes without a chain
They feel
the torture of desire
They know
time is unkind to love’s aspire
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