Sep 2020
I spend too much time thinking.
The Thorn hidden by the Rose,
And I act like it’s not me.
It’s petals mask a deadly secret,
I am not free, more time drinking.
For those foolish enough to touch,
I spend too much time drinking.
The red Rose stained warm,
And I act like I’m sane.
It’s petals laugh in the wind,
I am just a pain, more time thinking.
And it lives another day,
I spend too much time thinking.
The Rose that hides the Thorn,
I like it’s not me.
A deadly secret masked by petals,
I am free, more time drinking.
For those who touch are foolish enough,
I spend too much time drinking.
The warmth cooled red,
And I like I’m sane.
In the wind petals laugh,
I am a pain, more time thinking.
For another day, it lives.
The Thorn hidden by the Rose,
And I act like it’s not me.
It’s petals mask a deadly secret,
I am not free, more time drinking.
For those foolish enough to touch,
I spend too much time drinking.
The red Rose stained warm,
And I act like I’m sane.
It’s petals laugh in the wind,
I am just a pain, more time thinking.
And it lives another day,
I spend too much time thinking.
The Rose that hides the Thorn,
I like it’s not me.
A deadly secret masked by petals,
I am free, more time drinking.
For those who touch are foolish enough,
I spend too much time drinking.
The warmth cooled red,
And I like I’m sane.
In the wind petals laugh,
I am a pain, more time thinking.
For another day, it lives.
I tried writing one poem and then putting a second inside it that sorta fits and I works at times but not at others. I also tried to use punctuation to mark which part of the poem it belongs to but maybe I’m making the reader out to be more stupid than I think. Oh well. C’est la vie.
