A Rose Instead Of A Thistle Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

A Rose Instead Of A Thistle

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I'm your princess.
I'm your sickness,
Your incurable disease.

You do feel me.
Wanna keep it.
When I'm gone, you cannot breathe.

I do pierce you
When you kiss me.
And you hug me when I'm dead.

I'm a thistle,
Plain and pricking.
But you see a rose instead.
24/10/2018

Wednesday, October 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and dreams,love and life
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Saniya Galeyeva

Saniya Galeyeva

Russia, Orenburg region, Sorochinsk
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