Thursday, February 26, 2015

Rose

My acting is so professional.
No one can even tell.
The deep dark secret of the rose
is that its petals already fell.
Its beauty, its smile
brings happiness all around.
But deep inside its burning soul,
it starts to die without a sound.
As people always, always judge
my smile that is worn,
They never seem to ever remember
that every rose has its thorn.

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