Use My Thorns as a Warning Label
Smooth skin like rose petals absorbed into your finger tips and its heavenly aroma Delicate and petite the rose petals are
and you know they are yet there you are , slowly running your finger in and out of the rose ,
you bend the petals as back as possible , just enough so they won ’ t fall off , you can ’ t hear the rose crying why do you hurt me you told me my thorns scared you now they ’ re seeped into your skin and you laugh as you bend my petals back it ’ s only a matter of time until I no longer have pedals In the future , don ’ t blame me for making you bleed , you picked me
By : Anonymous