But Rose Got Thorns!🥀
Not TEN. But I’m a Nine. And to me, that too is Fine. Perfection in imperfection is what I find, Topsy-Turvy thoughts and merely self combined. “Scars are beautiful” this is what they say, Maybe the pseudo-perfect world will accept imperfectos, One day. The black world wants to see us white, But I’ll be a grey, Which I know is right. I will live my life my way with all the worldly ethics, One by one I will put together all the broken bricks. But, Let me fall, I’m rain. Let me rise, I have a brain. Let me shatter, I’m a broken mirror. Let me bind myself, I want to overcome my fears. I want to be white but I love my greys, Love me this way, Is all I pray. I am right but I also want to be wrong, I am weak but I want to stand strong. Dear world, Rose is lovely! But, It also got Thorns. ...