Like Thorns On A Rose - Poem by Dawid Bartczak
Alone you are but a gentle flower
flowing in the brees,
Powerless against nature's
Collors of lust
Defenceless against nature's
But together, we are like a rose,
more fearfull then any of our fose.
A thorn, two, and more
that even nature's flesh tore.
The collors of happiness and love,
Because like thorns on a rose,
I'm the one you can always trust.
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