by Seani
Love is like a rose, beautiful and blooming in color
but like a rose love has thorns.
For as a rose dies, love does not.
The thorns scratch and pierce the skin
like love to a heart.
bleeding for the one i love.
my heart has bled by the hands of man.
but here as a woman, i bleed for the love from your needing heart.
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