The Dishonest Rose – Poem

A race to save the feeling

Of pure initial bliss

A token to light a fire within

That started with our kiss

Petals open wide

Brightening up the gloom

A kaleidoscope of colours

Beauty in full bloom

But those dark familiar feelings

They creep into my head

Poisoned winds of yesterday

Blowing til buds are dead

For love is like a flower

It only grows with trust

Without pure honesty

It withers into dust

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