A young rose is used it beauty close concise but all look on its elegance and clear beauty simple like new love, small and only surface level

As love grows deeper the rose blooms the layers and complexity continue to shine through and grow deeper with each passing day
As a love grows in diversity like the many petals of a mature rose

When a rose dies its either scattered, but like old memories of a broken love each brings a small amount of joy
Or it is dried like and as true love is never forgotten, it will remain a mere memory of its once grandeur

I step onto the mat
the sudden softness springs the other awake
the one born of pain misery and focus
everything deafens
the world blocks out
its me and them
whoever wins the better
no complaints no if onlys ones stronger
ones weaker
everything blanks out thought included
it slows you down reaction after reaction
wistle blows your hands raised
the beast quiets
till called on again

I have to thank you
I could have kept my eyes closed
Let forever go by and never see
How you lied
When I thought I was holding you high
You were just pushing me low
I thought I would hate to see you go
But no when you go so does my doubt
With you goes my fear
My anger
Why did you become this
Why couldnt you stay her
The girl I loved
You change and used me
I hid your abuse
so I could love the old you
You showed me shes gone
I wish I was wrong

I see your eyes
Your smile hurts
Its ok mine too
Keep it up there watching
We can feel it later
Wide grin
We won’t be called weak again

Grey muddled and muddy
The way we live day to day
Losing sight of what is right
Just men commit sins
Evil doers save lives
Who can claim to be black or white
In these long grey days

Darkness comes into me
But I should not frighten
For I am more pure then the light
The day may bring joy and delight
Night brings purity
Washing away the frantic lives
Silence washes through once busy roads
All is still and as one in the night when the darkness comes