This thing is new
Growing inside of me
Not like an infection, like a rose
And all roses have thorns
But this rose may be worth the pain.
I find myself in the position I've envied for years.
She looks at me in this way-
The way that my own eyes once showed.
The look is that of a girl in love
With someone who could never belong to them.
And I've felt her pain.
As if I know her inside out, seen through her eyes.
But while I was looking at a cactus,
She is looking at a rose,
A rose who wants to grow, thorns and all
This Rose, me, knows pain is inevitable.
But perhaps our thorns will be worth it, when they are grown together.
I have always dreaded the goodbye.
I didn't think I would be able to move on,
But here I am,
Hoping
That look in your eyes
Is the one I know.