I tried to grab the rose
I wanted it’s beauty
I wanted it’s petals
I wanted it’s symbolism
I realised that my flaws drew a schism
I waited for the perfect moment to pick
I came back to get it
I saw it’s stem so slick
I reached for the rose when I thought I was ready to
I reached for the rose when I thought it was the best time
I reached for the rose when I thought that it wouldn’t stab me
It has spines like a rose
I feel my blood flowing through my wounds
I feel my love flowing through my wounds
I feel my love flowing through my wounds