The Only Rose


We breathe the same way
And cry to keep ourselves sane
But we take pleasure in
denying compassion to others

It's easier that way

Because when our pain is
In the morning and our
Mirrors disappoint us
We cannot let others know
Just how low we can go
And we cannot seem to
Let others grow in a garden alone

For we think we are the only rose . Julie

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