She is a rose...
She is a rose in the hands of someone filled with poison,
with no intentions of showing her what true love awaits.
She is a rose with high hopes and dedication,
but others wish nothing but for her to open her legs.
She is a rose with intentions of finding someone real,
but all people see is a body well built.
She is a rose in a dark, dark land where the sun only shines on her.
She knowns she not the only one in the big bad world, but she is a rose
thats awaiting to be bold.
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