The petals of your Rose
Against my skin.
So soft
Perfect.
Life pulseing through.
Red
Black
White
Roses
Against my skin.
Thorns
Touch me.
Sharp.
You hide those
From me
But they
Cut me still.
And I sometimes
Bleed.
But you lean
Close to me
Breath in my ear.
Telling me
You can heal
Those too.
Like the ones
I already had
Before I met you.
Breath in my ear.
Telling me
You can heal
Those too.
Like the ones
I already had
Before I met you.
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