You see my petals
And yes,they're beautiful.
Their scarlet clusters
Their succulent aroma
Stand out amongst the others
My dew dropped leaves
Acting as the perfect embellishments
As though I wear the rain
As a crown.
I am a rose,
As you can see.
But do you not see
The dried earth beneath me?
Have you not noticed
The snakes round my stalk?
The shade atop my petals?

I am a rose,

But I have thorns.

You see petals,
Breathtaking  petals,
I see the improbable,
Made possible.
I see a rose,dying to live.
Dying to survive.
It's roots feverishly searching for wet soil
In the midst of forgotten dust.
You see dew dropped leaves,
I see a wall.
I see storms brewing
Yet the rose
Refuses to inhale it's waters
And so they sit
On her beautifully made petals.
You see a red,ravishing rose,
I see open scars,
For the public's eye.
Open,for you.
I found those patches of soil
I let the rain sit on my petals
I bled myself red

But didn't you know,

You lit my garden?

Haven't you noticed,
The dew on my leaves,
Evaporating?
Didn't you realize
My red
Has slowly began fading?
Haven't you noticed
The snakes round my stalk
And the spiders
and the ants
Slowly find refuge elsewhere
Refuge away from your glare?

My love.
My world.
My life.
You see me as the rose,
Didn't you know,
You are the sun.