Roses are red, yet they have so many thorns.
Scraping my shirt that I have previously worn.
Should I leave it where it is or should i look else where.
When the rose pricks you, it doesn't care.
It doesn't have eyes so it can't see.
It doesn't have a mouth so it cant speak.
A rose is valued more when its admired from afar.
When touched, it leaves a scar.
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