Sometimes
I stumble my way
Into a patch of roses
And I promise you
They are not without their thorns.
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The blood of my arms matches
Their beautiful petals.
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Sometimes I see roses
From a great distance.
Sometimes
I see none at all.
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Sometimes I wish
To draw my own blood.
I’d do anything
For some color.
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Wow, there are so many great poems on here today, and this is one of them. I’ll do anything for some colour – is a powerful line, taking the previous lines into consideration.
YES.
Thank you
Just a few words and those words make a powerful statement. Nice write.
This is wonderful, good work!
Aww 💔