Thorns

I have made a mistake you see,
Captivated by the beauty of a rose.
Deceived by the pricks and thorns.

For to love a rose is a death wish,

But we still do.

The sensation of suffering so unknown to many,
Because beauty comes with a price.

To have your heart r i p p e d
So hard
Out of your chest
You can’t even take a slight second

To breathe.

The pain that envelopes your lungs so fiercely
Physically drags

Your

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀breath

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀away.

Is that worth your rose?

E.B

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