She may have been Rose,
She may have been beautiful,
Wearing the scent of a thousand spring blooms,
And I may have held on too long,
Wearing scars like skin,
Getting wounds that never healed,
Did I realize she was nothing but the thorns of a thousand summers,
That pierced more than my flesh.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
She may have been Rose,
She may have been beautiful,
Wearing the scent of a thousand spring blooms,
And I may have held on too long,
Wearing scars like skin,
Getting wounds that never healed,
Did I realize she was nothing but the thorns of a thousand summers,
That pierced more than my flesh.