in it's most beautiful being
yet underlies the most
as beautiful as the sun is
yet it scorches
as the roses bloom
thorns underlie
and in love
the most beautiful of all
a thin blade
then all turns into scorching
pain and sorrow
yet seems incomplete
just like of my soul
then I knew myself
but no longer do I
all that I thought I knew
deemed futile and vanished with the wind
no longer am I sure of a thing
not even of a soul I own
©peakynate
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