I laugh because it's funny,
how you can walk in a patch full of weeds,
and never notice the faithful rose.
but be careful,
her thorns are her scars.
they're guarding her heart.
but oh how easily they can be picked off.
thorn by thorn, piece by piece.
you'll make your way into her heart.
because you're like all the rest.
you'll take off each thorn, grab the vulnerable rose and tell her she's beautiful.
and then you'll destroy the rose.
why?
because beauty is never seen until the scars are removed and the walls are broken down.
but some roses never know who is the one to remove the thorns.