Roses

15 little thorns in the line

Brought out the worst 

In us – a part unseen. 

And now I stand,

In a room full of roses 

And the very sight of them is 

Pricking my veins. 

A weed can live for long in a

Garden – but it’s gone now, 

So trembling from the cold stares 

I breathe. 

You don’t understand, 

What I’d kill to be a rose or 

For you to be 

My garden.

-Pratz 

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