The petals of a rose
Hold they key to my false
Exterior, where the thorns are
Blossoming out in all directions
Lacking to have them
As one of the same
Convulsing back and forth between each other
Knowing if someone could
Relieve me of the thorns
And let the petals bloom it would be
Glorious to all who sees
Showing the soft side where people could
Embrace it and love it
I am like a rose
On the outside
I am hard as the thorns
But on the inside
I am soft as the petals.
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