I am a rose.
Sweet. Beautiful. Lovely.
Like all other roses
But different.
You never saw my petals.
Nor acknowledged my scents.
Only my thorns.
I thirst only for love.
Free me from my soil.
Replant me.
Shower me with love.
Soon I will grow again.
I wrote this poem back in high school. Not sure why it came to mind today, but thought I'd share it. 80)
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