Understanding Our Destiny


Our love is like an imprisoned rose,
never losing it’s beauty.
Keeping it locked away,
has made it lose it’s faith.
But still somewhere along the way,
the beauty still stays.
Some say our destiny may be written in stone,
but someone or something will always try to change it alone.
It may be for the better or for the worst,
but never forget that imprisoned rose.
The one that changed,
but still kept it’s beauty.

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