I Thought You Were a Rose | Short Poem No. 98

I thought you were a rose.
Photo by Isa Jokela-Gomes on Unsplash

I always thought you were a rose.
Once, I leaned in near to you
to smell your wonderful fragrance
and to admire your deep beauty.
And as I got close, I felt your prickers
pierce deep into my skin.
I always expected this
(every rose has its thorns).
But as i drew back,
I saw you’re nothing but a cactus.
And I have nothing but a bloody finger.

The Best Things are Unexpected

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