I love when people,
think they can do no wrong.
Think they're in charge,
of everyone else's fate.
Hurt just feel
a sense of superiority.
when you play with fire,
you will get burned.
And if you play with a rose,
you will get the thorns.
Petals, plucked by "he loves me"s and "he loves me not"s,
Roses, the symbol of perfect love and eternal beauty.
Such a bright vermillion, matching
Such a dulcet aroma with
Such a charismatic lust
Emerging from layers of velvet.
Maiden's lips resemble it so, as if
Nature graced it with its own paintbrush.
Drops of dainty words and heavenly sighs escape like
Drops of dew in the calm of light at dawn.
A scent of eros romance
Rings around her neck and wrists, able to
Entrance any passersby.
Beauty of those able to challenge Aphrodite,
Whom wishes to lacerate gradually,
Fueled by hatred and jealousy.
Fair, both skin and hair.
Poise as an angel with a
Face to match.
Eyes say otherwise, however.
Yes, she is a rose, but
Even roses have thorns.
Dirt roads are like mazes
Wrapping around in never ending knots
Till you find the path that leads to your destination
My life is a dirt road
Forever going in circles
With no end in sight
I cannot find the path right for me
Every time I think I found a good one
The thorns end up ripping me to shreds
And I am left to sew myself back together
I am stronger because of the rips the thorns cause
Soon I will find the right dirt road that I have been searching for
roses peek through the cracks in your soul, your heart is overflowing with peace but your eyes remain dark brown in the sunset, is it because your flight to italy was cancelled in the middle of your worst year or because the constellations that you kept shining in your right palm; the hand with the zigzag scar from your last rollerblading accident, were given to someone who didn't even know that thorns came with soft petals too
When a rose chided the long standing Cogon grasses for hiding her beauty away from human, the grasses spoke for once…
“Why do you want to stand out, Rose? Why are you eager to be praised for your beauty? They gonna kill you later, or you’ll wilt and die on your own! Why do you even have thorns?”
Rose replied, “My purpose is to make human happy. They love me.”
The grasses didn’t reply. As silence goes by, Rose had been thinking.
They were right. What is love when I am picked, kissed, molested, and left to die? What is beauty when I’ll be thrown away when I start wilting?
And my thorns, aren’t they supposed to guard me from these humans?
You always had a way to take the darkness and make it light;
Perhaps that’s why you had me shining so bright.
You saw me in all my darkness and saw the way I adored,
But this beauty was unlike anything you’ve seen before.
It was a gear slowly yet surely spinning out of control,
For I was a wildly flailing untamed soul.
You were a rose and I forgot you had thorns
So now I suck my thumb to numb the pain you bore.
You were light but you could not be contained;
Even through my clear skies, you still found my rain.
Soon you became a storm
And I still tried to climb around your thorns.
I didn’t care if there was blood pouring from my veins;
Hoping that your light would shine through and stop the rain.
You had a way around my darkness and I thought it to be your light,
Only it was your light that dwindled my flame that once burned so bright.
You were not a rose and I knew,
But I had hoped that you would still keep the day skies blue.
That was how you kept me from blooming in the storms;
I was the rose, but you were my thorns.
and a heart full of thorns,
She planted herself in his mind,
with roots deep.
She promised beauty,
But he didn't mind.
He loved her entirety.
He'd always longed for a rose garden.
While others had cared for her only with the use of thick gloves,
he held her in the palm of his bare hand.
and utterly amazed.
She had always desired a man who was not intimidated by her strength,
but delighted in it.
He spoke words of admiration,
so much so,
that one might say,
her thorns began to soften.