In the garden full of roses
Some thorns, hidden deep together, in dozes

Each carrying its own story
Deceptive, painful, yet some to be felt sorry

The thorns that are brittle and hard
Once had soft skin and a tender heart

Time made them ugly and fierce
Dry they turned, soaking all the pain and tears

Bliss and smile, they also dreamt
But fate gave them a twist, which forever they kept

Lies, pains, sorrows made them shatter
They absorbed all the pain without any clatter

Then why to look at them with a harsh eye
When they too cry and almost everytime, do die

They have thousands of moments to share
Have the tendency to bloom, maybe if you care

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The person you love the most..
will stab you in the same way..
A thorn pierces you while you..
adore the beauty of the rose!

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