Shayma Erhoma

Flowers Have Thorns Too Shayma Erhoma

For years, I have taken pleasure in crippling others' happiness, like crushing a butterfly between your fingers, it is satisfying but sadly addictive. You see, pain is always lethal, it is there, standing proud and ready to show your true intentions to a world of good born souls, especially, happy girls. They always attract me, for I have never been able to stay away from damaging their whiteness. Their pink rose cheeks turning pale from their salty tears is my favorite piece of art. The truth is-I was not born bad... I had been born innocent, yet life had already made me a monster. A young caged flower is inside me, poisoned, waiting to be rescued by magic. But my thorns are faster to destroy anyone who is willing to save me. Flowers have thorns too, and not even poetry can describe how insufferable my truth is. This book is a poetry collection of confessions made by a troubled person who's spent most of his life destroying everything on his way. This book gives you the opportunity to be inside the bad guy's head, entirely. Read and try not to cringe.