March 1, 2011
By Anonymous

I see you at first glace
Immediately captivated by your beauty
Your stem so strong and tall with pride
Your petals full of color and shape

I am a bud not yet blossomed
As I grow toward you
My stem embracing yours
I finally realize, you’re covered in thorns

The author's comments:
How in some circumstances, you get so close to a person and you think you can trust them, but then you find out that they're not what they seem.

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