a beautiful rose
in my hand
i smelled it
and all I could think about was happiness
until the thorns pricked me
blood started dripping
slowly slowly it reached the ground
i threw the flower
the pretty little rose had blood all over it
i didn’t understand
how it became an ugly mess
An ugly blood dripping flower
how it’ll never be pretty again.
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vanya.madan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A person is never what they themselves to be. There is a part of them which will surprise you one day and eventually you’ll realise you kept deceiving yourself.
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Comments1
Sometimes deception is induced by expectations... Nice writing though loved it
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