~Thorns~
Should I try and pick that rose?
Its roots look deep and long.
I could use my hands and pull
but the stem looks too strong.
I could pass it by and look again
for an easier flower to own.
But its petals glisten and whisper
and its beauty is all alone.
I could prick my hand as I squeeze
and take the chance of pain.
I could live my life with the scar
with only the memory to remain.
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