BRIDGET Posted February 11, 2012 Share Posted February 11, 2012 I was a rose proud of its thorns Untouchable, unmovable I was a rose that refused to bloom I was a rose running from the sun My petals were safe in my glass bell And I bloomed I’m a rose no more But a thornless rose instead Defenseless, hopeless Lashed by a heartless sun A bare scared flagrant rose Ready to be killed By your wintry breath 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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