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    Menace
  • Menace
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  • 02/12/2013
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Menace's Collection - 5. Red Rose

I've been hurt and no more will I be hurt.
I'm a little rose, afraid of being touched.
Afraid of being reached to.
I'm a little rose that grew thorns to protect myself.
Hiding in my shell, afraid to be opened.
Afraid of being known.
I'm a little rose afraid of being hurt.

Even a slight breeze, I will grow a thorn.

No one can touch me, no one can be close to me.

I'm a little red rose so delicate and weak.

Now I've become a red thorn rose that can never be reached.
I love this poem.
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On 03/02/2013 12:48 PM, sacredlove said:
As usual amazing work. The ending lines 'I'm a little red rose so delicate and weak. Now I've become a red thorn rose that can never be reached' contained the essence of this poem. Weak Red rose was not weak anymore.

Loved it.

Take care, I'll wait for the next poem in this series.

:)

Thank you~ Well, this poem has different meanings for different people.
Menace
On 04/16/2013 11:06 PM, Yettie One said:
That is a stunning piece of writing.

I read and reread it, getting something new each time. It is deep, yet light, speaks of such loneliness, yet a delicate beauty, a wonderful sense of individuality, yet a complete sense of isolation.

These are things we experience every day in life, and this poem touches the reader perfectly.

Well done.

Thank you for reading! Yes, this si something that happens in daily life.
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