The Prince's Beautiful RoseA Poem by Midnight_MaskGuileastos's love and lose, a spiralling pain.
You're the rose that he wishes he never picked,
If he knew of the thorns that'll prick him and scar him deep, He would probably not have picked you at all, But now that he has breathed in your scent Become so attached to the beauty you posses, If he even thought of letting you go, Would rend his heart with pain worst then a minor prick, Even with his fresh red blood oozing from his cut. And thus, he is unable to let go. © 2011 Midnight_MaskReviews
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1 Review Added on July 8, 2011 Last Updated on July 8, 2011 AuthorMidnight_MaskLondon, United KingdomAboutHi, I am Midnight_Mask and write because that's how I express my feels and how I see life. I've wrote everything from songs, to poems, to short stories, to chapters. One of my goals is to finish a b.. more..Writing
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