Roses

The way they tempt you with their enticing smell

I find myself following their scent blindly

ending up in a flower bed of roses

I loved roses so much

I jump in

the roses greet me with smiles

but their thorns are gone

when I become one of them

will my thorns be taken away?

Author Notes: If anyone is looking for meanings behind my poems/stories message me.

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