Thorn Worthy


A rose without thorns so said he
Couldn't glance elsewhere only she
So unattainable was this wild flower
He had gifts to be showered
Plucked the rose above all others
Was she to be smothered
Life with he set her free
So enchanting he'd agree
She displays her flawless petals for all to see
Having them bend down to their knees
After a while he loses interest
The time she spent had made her wilted
A flower who became dead inside out
Maybe should of had thorns from the start
That is what became of a beauty so red
The day she lost her pretty head

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