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
Ā© Joey Who? and WritingWithStrangers, 2019, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.
Sometimes, people are not what they appear to be.
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That is so true Mermaid. . . Iām glad you understand. By the way, what is your real name? I will try to remember it ā rather than always calling you Ms. Mermaid š
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It’s Kajal.
I really like being called Mermaid, though.
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Oh OK… why is that? Don’t you like your name?
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I do like my name.
But my site is for mermaid. So it feels nice to be called her, here.
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OK. Deal, Mermaid. Btw, I noticed you haven’t written lately. Been looking forward to a new post from you š
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Deal.
Yeah, I’ll post this Saturday.
I’m really bad at keeping up with social sites. I’m really trying to manage.
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ok… everyone is looking forward to it. . .
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Thank you for being this generous.
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of course, Kajal… or I mean Mermaid
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Hihi
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Love this
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Thanks Again š
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This is beautifully penned, Joey.
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Thanks so much, Winnie. Did you ever confuse a cactus for a rose?
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You’re welcome, Joey. Many times.
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It’s not nice, but at least it gives us experience. . .
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So very true.
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