Sep 2017
A beautiful Rose
In a field of dandelions
Not alone
Yet lonely
Forever cursed
To never belong
Slowly fading away...
It was he who'd been too busy
Picking at her petals
To realize she was beautiful
Just the way she was
It was she
Who learned to grow thorns
To keep him away
...
For it was she
Who realized
He was the darkness
That wouldn't hesitate
To crush her
Just to mold her
To his liking
...
She was a beautiful Rose
In a field of dandelions
Not alone
And still a bit lonely
Slightly cursed
To never belong
But content
To forever belong
With herself
*And that's all that mattered...
In a field of dandelions
Not alone
Yet lonely
Forever cursed
To never belong
Slowly fading away...
It was he who'd been too busy
Picking at her petals
To realize she was beautiful
Just the way she was
It was she
Who learned to grow thorns
To keep him away
...
For it was she
Who realized
He was the darkness
That wouldn't hesitate
To crush her
Just to mold her
To his liking
...
She was a beautiful Rose
In a field of dandelions
Not alone
And still a bit lonely
Slightly cursed
To never belong
But content
To forever belong
With herself
*And that's all that mattered...
"As long as you find home within yourself, you'll never need to go searching for it ever again"....
An excerpt from a long winded rose metaphor stuck in the pages of 2014.. a bit of a more optimistic poem to contrast the usual depressing ones
An excerpt from a long winded rose metaphor stuck in the pages of 2014.. a bit of a more optimistic poem to contrast the usual depressing ones
