Every Rose Has Its Thorn Poems - Poems about Every Rose Has Its Thorn

who plays the part yet put her cold stiff dagger into my heart while every rose has a thorn...

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oh love what sweet poison placed upon her red lips that i shall kiss but every rose has a thorn...

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Life was running perfect on its rails, Smooth and steady apace, Till there was an unforeseen turn, Every rose has its thorn. The kindest person I ever met, Added fragrance to my life, His absence pricks so sharp , But every Rose has its thorn . Dreams so bright near fulfil, Mesmerised my heart and soul, Till some awakened me to reality, Every Rose has its...

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There’s nothing virulent in the thorn Except rare prickle. Meant to shield a rose from a sinner. It is the thorn that defends the rose Permits us to view beauty of the rose. We find rose and thorn in each relationship May make you weep or make you mourn. There is no pleasure without pain Like the blue skies precede the rain. The thorns,...

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Every rose has its thorn, Every person that's born Is both thorny and sweet as perfume. So are some when they grow, As you likely may know, Naught but thorns, or forever in bloom. For the bush clad in thorns The kind gardener mourns, Yet he cares for them just like the rest; But the roses that grow He replants in a row So the people...

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Every Rose Has Its Thorn They hide within the beauty of the roses. Protecting the delicate petals from those drawn to the sensuous scent, the crimson allure. They hide amid the protectors. Discouraging all advances, thwarting predatory approach, singing in the safety of the hide. They hide a beauty draped in darkness. Shield a fear with pointed barb, rebuff advance, with sharpened wit - Defend a secret. They hide and in their hiding – lie. Blow soft...

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Every rose has it's thorn, And every heart has been torn. Love isn't easy my friend. You think you've won, then it ends. Every bird has sung a song, And the road to you grows so long. I follow it round and round, But you are nowhere to be found. I've seen you maybe once or twice, But neither of us were too nice. It...

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For every time we take a breath And every time we stop to rest, To look around at all that grows Embracing all the love that flows. Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn For every tear of sorrow we weep The new day of thousands in forgotten sleep, Unhinged the heart of one more soul For King or...

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