Sharp broken heart parts in her chest
Made her bleed for a few days

Her rain clouds arrived
Eyes went to the sky
Saw how the raindrops
Fell on her forehead

She grew taller
Became stronger,
Prettier and dangerous
Than before

Like a beautiful rose
That blooms
With sharp thorns.

sturdy stem of throns
a fragile soul grow
strung like barbwire
withering very slow

soft to the touch
older day by day
no longer admired
perfume fading away

folding over in sorrow
petals they slowly fade
from the dying rose
losing beauty it has made

last petal crumbles
dusting Earth's floor
for the dying rose
happiness is no more

"This is my ride
I got inside and fly
higher the skies
and even birds get jealous
I go under the deep waters
where sight is unseen
but I! See EVERYTHING
i am the light
i am the salt
that seasons the world
i am the liberty some can only dream of
i am bread that satisfies
I am water the flows alive
i am the shadow that guards you
and the security
that gives life for you
But i am also the prince of your story
The king of your dream
The one man who gives everything for a smile
I gave my throne and my crown
for you
SO that someday you would wear it
And i got a cross and a crown of throns
so that u could be with me once again... "
And so this is what the lord said one morning in july when i thought i was left alone. Cuz the best inpiration is him!!!

i feel the skin sloughing off my bones;
knobby, they are.
my skin feels ephemeral, more now
than it has ever been.
i am losing weight like
i am losing you.
my hands wither before me:
all my years they served
the purpose of creating art as best as i could
but now they look like dead roses.
my ribs puncture my skin like throns.
my husk is decaying,
dying,
dredging up memories of the youth i never had.
could it possibly be that i don't want to die?

ecstatic emotions overflow within,
raging intense waves of various colors,
invalidate my dull world and chagrin.
never have I felt such horrors!

like prickly throns of a rose,
your name gives me a tingly sensation.
like a deadly flatline motion,
expressed within a heart rate monitor.

realizations shower me like the arctic glaciers,
obliterating my body, crushed beneath the ice.
myopically, my vision blurs as you move farther,
asphyxiation sets in within my cold jealousy.

Rose is the feeling of love which can be felt from heart
That love doesn't only mean life partner or girlfriend - boyfriend
It's define love of all type may be it of sisters, brothers, friends, parents, teachers etc
It's petals is so soft Which defines love, happiness and innocency
It's also have thorns which protects rose petals means innocence Otherwise anyone can hurt it Everyone hate thorns bcoz it hurt us But it protect that rose petals from hurting
Thorns define struggle,pain and hard work
This rose may it rose petals or thorns it not only define the expression love but it also define our life
bcoz our life is not different from this things
Love is beautiful emotions and that's why we love rose.
Without thorns there will not be any identity of rose petals
where as of course there is no work of throns without rose petals which means innocenceness.

Throns stretch down the spine,
Protecting from any threat.
Relying only on these thorns,
To have the gardener forget.

BRON  in a disfunctional American setting with rotten roots of an destroyed family with dead values mistaking lies for love....

she's on the go ,beautiful as a rose, but soonly changed
life from man to man serching for the father she never had
relying on the hardedn streets to deal her a better hand with clouded thoughts with desires for fancy things has a baby as a teen
cycle repeats it self once again.
alone the way soft peddles begain to ruffle bleed from her own throns she continue to ****** deeper ,traped  in the same ghetto as a rose refused to give up give in nither let go knowing if she stops now there's no sunshine and the soil that provides her roots will dry so she motivate her self everytime she hears her baby crys determine to survive while looking into a mirror now ,realize it's her Daugther eyes and see the same rose of the ghetto....