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the rose rush and white picket fence
We walked on separate sides of the streets
we pass each other and share a glimpse,
My bright smile slips
and yours not too far behind to follow.
You slowly pull yourself closer to me
we never seemed to disagree.
Appearance of a beautiful rose bush,
in a gated, white, picket fence.
But dig deep enough at your expense.
Inside that rose bush is something tense.
darkness, harshness, sharpness is what I see,
as the situation between you and me.
Uncovering the roots,
there is no use.
Like rustic barbed wire,
harmful and sometimes painless
Who knew you wanted to leave me by the hour?
Now that you're gone,
dead flowers are what I look upon.
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This piece is to be seen as a time line of a relationship I was recently in. To the public eye it was a beautiful rose bush, but to me it was the inside of a rose bush. Dark and filled with thorns.