It took me several tries to write this one...yet, I still stand blank about the subject.
The divine beauty of a rose is admired from afar, shall you dare to go near and let your fingers slide over the smooth beauty of the petals. Slide slowly downward and the pain acknowledges itself. A single drop of blood, as pure as a child's innocent drop hangs from your finger. The thorn of such a beauty would instantly hurt you.
Now, I wonder what won't hurt me?
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i luv white roses..
ReplyDelete..u cn nvr be hurt unless u permit d world 2 do so..
It's a risk you take. Everything has a chance of hurting you, but you take the risk when you take a leap of faith.
ReplyDeleteIt's not worth the risk. Or it wasnt.
ReplyDeleteSomeday you'll find something that is worth the risk. But you'll never know until you take it.
ReplyDeleteYOU HAVE A LITERARY FLAIR!
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