Burnt Arms of Roses hurt

Stuck within the walls of nonsense,
Stung by the venomous society,
Hiding scars of her heart, hopeless,
Gazes, the chopped wings of her.

The alluring blush has long gone,
Left is the flesh forlorn.
Deserted in the dust of humanity,
Burnt arms of Roses hurt.


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