Thorns

I am the woman your mother warned you about
Do not fall in love with a woman like me
I am like the rose in the garden you pick
For its’ beauty
I am not the rose petals my dear
I am the thorns
I cut deeply
I warn you to not enter the garden searching for me
You must stay far away from me

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