rose

a rose has a beautiful smell, as do you, and a rose looks as though it could make a dead man smile, as do you.
but when you go to cut that rose what do you feel?
the thorn.
that sharp pain in your finger that seems to always happen. and that small drop of blood.
you must admit, upon re consideration, as little and pointless as it seems, you have looked at that drop.
you have held it still and seen the life line you live on.
its funny, such a small thing. but yet you look into it as though it will tell you a world of secrets.
open your life to a book without words.
in that drop you feel more, you have bled much more on a different day, but this seems to hurt more than that.
its not physical, but emotional.
but why?
your stop feeling your finger, but is it the finger?
or your heart, that goes with the pain?
then you see, you see why it hurts. because you a rose has a beautiful smell, as do you, and a rose looks as though it could make a dead man smile, as do you.
but when you go to cut that rose what do you feel?
the thorn.
that sharp pain in your finger that seems to always happen. and that small drop of blood.
you must admit, upon re consideration, as little and pointless as it seems, you have looked at that drop.
you have held it still and seen the life line you live on.
its funny, such a small thing. but yet you look into it as though it will tell you a world of secrets.
open your life to a book without words.
in that drop you feel more, you have bled much more on a different day, but this seems to hurt more than that.
its not physical, but emotional.
but why?
your stop feeling your finger, but is it the finger?
or your heart, that goes with the pain?
then you see, you see why it hurts. because you didn't pick that flower for yourself, you picked it for them.
but you really just killed it.
and your brain does not know, but your heart sure does. the love you just felt, the the reason you bleed. the thorn is the person and the flower is your love.
it may look nice and smell sweet, but underneath, its willing to kill to get to the one it needs.
it needs you, and enough blood has been shed. its time to heal, and make amends to the ones i have hurt.
there is no reason to be mad, i found the reason to stay happy.
now i just need to not let go. pick that flower for yourself, you picked it for them.
but you really just killed it.
and your brain does not know, but your heart sure does. the love you just felt, the the reason you bleed. the thorn is the person and the flower is your love.
it may look nice and smell sweet, but underneath, its willing to kill to get to the one it needs.
it needs you, and enough blood has been shed. its time to heal, and make amends to the ones i have hurt.
there is no reason to be mad, i found the reason to stay happy.
now i just need to not let go.