Stains

Thorns can paint hands red, yet

I’d bring you a rose tonight —

White petals with stains

Of myself

.

Tell me if it’s okay to be a little

Insane. She smiles.

Blossom season begins —

Words cannot show

The magnitude of my love. Thorns

Can paint my hands red, yet

I would dare to steal a flower

.

ML

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