My Heart is a Rose
Delicately it grows, as flowers do;
I wish it were tough as nails.
Not so, although,
it's tough like a root,
That gets stronger the longer it grows
It creeps and sneaks through the dirt,
The ugly dirt.
It searches the depths for some food.
It knows what grows above,
and with love
It stays hidden, unburdened,
By the world that would judge.
It's beauty,
could never compare,
However without it there,
Everyone knows,
nothing can grow,
Without love.
Is it a sin to see my beauty within?
Some vain train of thought,
What I've never been told.
Knowing all that I'm not,
My beauty, behold, seeps through
And then seemingly out of the blue,
A flower bursts through.
It blooms, it grows, it's beauty, it knows.
And as it fades and gets ready to die,
It has no care for never meeting your eye,
to behold I.
And my ***** roots down below.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
My Heart is a Rose
Delicately it grows, as flowers do;
I wish it were tough as nails.
Not so, although,
it's tough like a root,
That gets stronger the longer it grows
It creeps and sneaks through the dirt,
The ugly dirt.
It searches the depths for some food.
It knows what grows above,
and with love
It stays hidden, unburdened,
By the world that would judge.
It's beauty,
could never compare,
However without it there,
Everyone knows,
nothing can grow,
Without love.
Is it a sin to see my beauty within?
Some vain train of thought,
What I've never been told.
Knowing all that I'm not,
My beauty, behold, seeps through
And then seemingly out of the blue,
A flower bursts through.
It blooms, it grows, it's beauty, it knows.
And as it fades and gets ready to die,
It has no care for never meeting your eye,
to behold I.
And my ***** roots down below.
