Shana
Shana
Nov 2 · 1 min read

DON’T GIVE ME ROSES 🌹🌹🌹
Few years back,
I was given a rose.
A beautiful red rose.
I held it so tight,
Unaware of its thorns.
Even now I can take your rose,
But never can I hold it tight.
Cos my hand never forgets,
That pain and those scars,
Those nights and those skies.
All you can do is
Never give me a rose.
I will take anything you give me;
I can even hold a knife so hard.
But not Roses.
Cos I dont like Roses.
Its colour or its scent,
Its odour or its face.

    Shana

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    Shana

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