Tuesday, March 22, 2011


The soil is dirt black, as is your heart.
The roots are suffocatingly-strong, as is your presence.
The stem is one dimensional in appearance, as is your personality.
The thorns are sharply frightening, as is your nature.
The leaves are alive, but dead, as is you yourself, on the inside.
And the flower itself is as beautiful as it is deceitful, as is you.

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