Beautiful and flawless to look from afar
When you get closer
You see the thorns
They might tear and wear you
Beware, pain could come with beauty
Scared of getting hurt?
Stand apart, Admire,
and walk away
If you want to hold
Remember they might hurt you
Expect that and get closer
Later don't complain about them tearing you
Just Because you expected them to be
Soft and beautiful, that they never were.
You are my beautiful rose
I will hold you through blood and pain
That's a silent promise, I made.
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