Holding a rose with no charm
An empty circle of petal
Interested is no swarm
No hue and the whiff is dull
A rose begs for acceptance
Waiting for the love to be sent
By the one who holds the chance
To give it the hue and scent
I'm holding my own true self
The someone who is worthless
The someone who begs myself
To accept all his weakness
©eyji
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