Mar 23, 20221 min readTo love a wild roseOhh it must be so bitter sweet To love a wild rose. Every inhale, another bleeding prick. Its blushed color a forlorn reminder of that which is absent. Its leaves jagged and sandpapered Its sounds barely louder than a murmur. Ohh but its taste… #poem #Senses #Thoughts #Wildrose
Ohh it must be so bitter sweet To love a wild rose. Every inhale, another bleeding prick. Its blushed color a forlorn reminder of that which is absent. Its leaves jagged and sandpapered Its sounds barely louder than a murmur. Ohh but its taste… #poem #Senses #Thoughts #Wildrose
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