A rose tree.
Beautiful.Red.
He picked one.
Hold Rose near his heart.
"Beautiful.We'll be as one."
He said.
He hold too tight.
Rose felt secured.
By the warmth of his hands.
"Ouch!"
He screamed.
Thorn cut him deep.
"Nevermind"
He said.
Rose was sorry.
But Thorn didn't cut once.
Soon.
He was hurt.
He left.
Threw Rose farther.
Almost forever.
Rose stays there.
Forever.
Rose won't forget him.
Although
He has Tulip.
A flower with no thorn but charm.
Beautiful & sweet
posted by Etie @ 10:27 PM
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