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Hey i was bored since im snowed into my house so i wrote a poem...tell me what you think. i was thinking of a certain someone when i wrote it...i hope he can figure out it was him when i wrote it.
Unlike all the other roses in my garden,
your thorns are not sharp,
your fragrance is too sweet.
In that garden you stand out,
way above the rest,
when grasping all the others,
my hand is becoming a bloody mess.
With you your thorns just tickle,
all of my insides,
I cut you off the bush,
and put you in the vase,
that stands in my <3 heart <3.
-an original by Juliet Tudor.