By Arcassin Burnham

Roses pushed and plucked and found,
the sound of whats to be allowed,
Constantly at odds , you know me.

Soft and scored ,not making points,
Feeling sorrow through your joints,
Cracking like the glass , you know me.

Cowboys see the future too,
Don't know what fate will hold for you,
Hope the futures bright , you know me.

Being here for you is destined,
While I fight demons and the sins,
Forever in my heart , you know me.

©abpoetry2019