I,

would love to smell
like roses sweet

And I,

would love to be
like roses sweet

but I…

———— can’t be —————

for I…

am some bird
that jumps on roses sweet
and lands
on thorns that sting

till I,

————- bleed —————-

Yet I,

stopped to pray for roses sweet,
and soared the skies
to see the ground from which I stood

till I,

————– found me ————–

but I,

saw the lands to be barren;
petals fallen,
no more roses sweet

————– just me —————

Written by: L.L.

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