Notice of absence from Dead!CLATTER
I'm not going to post much after tomorrow due to school and stress, and overall just not having much time to make poems. I will post here and there, but other than that a whole lot of nothing. I hope you all have an amazing day though!! :] Remember to drink water and take care of yourself (bc you're important!!) :D
I'm not going to post much after tomorrow due to school and stress, and overall just not having much time to make poems. I will post here and there, but other than that a whole lot of nothing. I hope you all have an amazing day though!! :] Remember to drink water and take care of yourself (bc you're important!!) :D
Thorn roses grow in the moonlight
A simple prick of blood in the starlight
Poisoned by the stab it seemes
The night is cold with lies and steam
Thorn roses feel great sorrow
They want friends to see tomorrow
But the thorns of the roses hurt
And the roses roots are deep in the dirt
Roses grow all alone in the moonlight
One thorn is dangerous to any passerby
All roses look like they can hurt
But the roots are gold under the dirt
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Dead!CLATTER (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one holds a valuable message sisters. People are like roses, their outside has thorns, but their roots are gold.
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Comments1
Great message. And very well penned. Thanks for sharing. Cheers 🥂🌹🕊🌞
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