The Burning Rose

June 13, 2019

The love of a burning rose can only be kindled when loves at stake,

Making it hard to take, what most don't know is that this is the first mistake,

For the burning rose has many thorns and with its thorns comes the desire,

Cutting and tearing yet its leaves protecting and caring,

Even on the darkest of days the smell of it can leave you mesmerized,

And then as it has come, It has then left without a trace,

Leaving behind it a bit of smoke and ashes to take,

As the memory of its once burning state.

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