Summer

I trace these lines across your skin
With soft uncertainty

The petals that bloom in a beautiful
Bright red spread

Give off a sweet essence for the addled head
Thorns dance around every part of where truth lies

A rose’s beauty is one that entices and destroys
It does not have the power to stop itself

From luring someone in, and then
hurting them

Humans do.

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