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A lone rose among thorns
its blossomed from a bud to now.
But no one has been able to touch it, feel
the petals against their skin or
smell its sweet scent.

The pain has been to great when
anyone has attempted
The more they try  the hue
has becomes blood red some would call it.
And it falls deeper in the thorns.

A lone rose remains among the thorns
it will die if no one try’s to love it.

© 2011 Kimber Michaela

Published by Kimber Michaela

Its like opening a vein and letting it spill all over the pages. Sometimes it is just that raw!!!

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