Rose🍁

You wanted a rose , without thorns.


She is a flower , a flower of love in the garden of hate. She was the most wonderful thing that garden had ever had the right to call it’s own. She was the brightest thing in that garden that dared to stand upright among the green plants of malice. Her shine made them all bow down in front of her.

It was her charm that brought you to her. You were so mesmerized. You wanted to own that god damn rose so desperately , you forgot she had thorns as well. And as soon as you realised this, you destroyed her and left the garden without love.

The garden still weeps for its lost love.

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