I’ve always admired roses,
But not for their color.
There’s something about them
That I haven’t yet discovered,
Yet everyone tells me
That I’m looking into deep
That it is just a flower,
Just a little prize you can keep,
But yet there is something special
About the roses that you see
And it’s not about the petals
It’s about the thorns to me
It puzzles me how something
So beautiful and rare
Can cut you so deep,
And you wouldn’t even care
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