Some roses bloom, smell nice, and are even so silky soft...but think about it, if you look past the luscious large, fragrant roses you find some of the sharpest and most painful thorns.
Then there are the exeptions...thorn bushes inside and out...roses inside and out...
WHICH ONE ARE YOU????????
My friends are roses inside and out...If someone messes with them then they'll have a problem with me. I am a thorn bush, holding back roses, waiting to find the right person who will look past my pain, my hurt, my blood, my appearance, someone who will try atleast to find the roses by accepting the thorns...if i can't find that someone...then my life is incomplete...then I'm not human....
I'M A THORN BUSH, HOLDING BACK ROSES....ALL OF THAT MAKES ME....ME....If you can't accept that then you're missing out on the true meaning of LOVE.
Are we really that different???? |
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