Original Poetry - The Thorny Roses
The Thorny Roses
Written story
about roses
In the middle of the bush
which is full of thorns
Fragrant fragrance
which is incomparable
Anyone wants
picking the flower
Lots of beetles come
Want to suck his honey,
oh dear
Many beetles are dead
For being stabbed with thorns
oh dear
You give the heart to myself
All my life
I crave you
I was not expecting not just me
Reach your love
making the heart wound
Thorny roses, now i go
By bringing a heart wound
Thorny roses, quite once
You hurt my heart, my heart
Original Poetry
By @gumegxgolgom
Roses can be a waste of water in the desert!