A green rose...
I suppose.
so exquisite,so unique
one of it's own.

In a patch of bland weed and grass
it arose,
so disguised,so hidden
just left alone.

Rejected at first glance,
never given the chance.
something as enchanting as this,
can only be seen if read through and through
slowly revealing it's promise

...or could it be as it seems...
drowned the sanity in a lake of illusion
put to rest,rotting in a coffin
an unfinished book,merely forgotten
maybe it is
just the reflection you see in their eyes
... the necessary pill to stay alive.

 
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