To be a rose


Flourished from the dirt thrown onto me, my beauty has peaked 

still a hopeless romantic, I am a resemblance of love 

blooming out to the looking eye; my complex captivating beauty layered to my inner core 

So layered from my growth your wildest dreams couldn't discover what's hidden inside  

extract me wrongly, my thorns will come to kill .

  • Author: femlord (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2017 16:58
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 28
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    Thanks for sharing a beautiful inner thought ANGEL ? To me all Ladies are ROSES ~ but (as you say) all Ladies have THORNS ! I would LOVE you so so gently that all your THORNS would melt away ! Thanks for caring ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)

    • femlord

      Happy you enjoyed 🙂

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        Thanks ANGEL and thanks for being my MPS Friend ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)

      • dusk arising

        Be honest, this poem is about me and my ageing spirit isn't it LOL. Great writing. I love it. I resemble it.

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