Standing in the middle of thorns
Thorns that are not visible to me
I think of them as roses
Everytime I touch them
My hands bleed
To enjoy the fragrance
I must bleed
To reach my destination
I must fall
For I have to learn how to rise again
For I have to learn how to stand straight
With my hands bleeding
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 2:44 AM UTC
Standing in the middle of thorns
Thorns that are not visible to me
I think of them as roses
Everytime I touch them
My hands bleed
To enjoy the fragrance
I must bleed
To reach my destination
I must fall
For I have to learn how to rise again
For I have to learn how to stand straight
With my hands bleeding
