Roses
you take roses, paint them black, then replant them as if they grew that way.
you are the reason we are like this.
our petals fall because you pluck them off us.
if you put us in a dark room, don't blame us for bending over backwards to find light.
Copyright © Brooklyn Cruz | Year Posted 2019
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