Imagine.
Imagine that everyone knows
About a brilliant golden rose
And they know where it's from.
The journey isn't as steep
Everything you have, you can keep,
To the Rose, everyone would come.

Suppose.
Suppose this object was in fact real.
People would get it despite how they feel
Tricking the other with a rose of gold
The rose's trek was one so lame,
Every lover had given his love the same
What value does the rose now hold?

Now see.
See now why the rose is hidden?
From fake passion, to keep it forbidden
And to keep it pure as true love
It doesn't matter if your life's a wreck
The rose is nothing without the trek
And this is why it is seldom heard of.

What do you see in the confines of that frame
Do you see a girl broken like the pane
She sees only the pieces molded by the pain
She looks into the glass and sees only the cracks
But what she fails to observe is the man at her back
She cannot sense that he loves despite what she lacks
Because as shattered as she feels he knows she is whole
And all that he wants is to show her he mirrors her soul
Because they are the same, separated only by the lines life has made

she lays under the stars
wondering
how did it all turn out like this?
a year ago, she was fighting
and now she rests
with her wounds open,
her heart on her sleeve
staring at the passage where her dreams meet