don't let
words
whispered into your ear
make you swoon.
don't let
a gentle a touch on
your arm,
a kiss upon your lips
trick you into thinking
this is good.
what could be the harm.
don't go there
this time.
there is something
within this bed of roses
that will make you
bleed,
we call them
thorns.
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No hope for second chances
a revision of his
life, a chance to see the
beauty in the woman he just meets
a chance to see the roses
instead of the thorns.
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