My Rose

You were my rose:

Beautiful, but dangerous.

There was life inside your petals

And thorns around your stem.

I try to root myself in them,

But end up bleeding, dripping thin.

I thought that I was dying,

But I found another life within.

. . .Is it a sin

For me to want to bleed again?

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