Immediate regret

There once was this beautiful red rose
Sticking out above all other flowers
Full of life and noticeable in its pose
Thorns as daunting as its colourful powers
Lurking me in to make sure it isn’t a dream
Asking for a touch whilst knowing immediate regret
Wanting me to be part of its scheme
Initiating a past debt

As I lingered and being in two minds
Its voice reached my core
I chose to close my blinds
Blood started to pour
When my touch reached its thorn
Its leaves were thickened by the colour red
I remembered that I had sworn
Never to touch something that could make me shred

J.L.M. Haarman

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