rose

December 5, 2009 at 5:08 pm (Uncategorized)

 

rose

I’m supposed to bloom and hide my thorns

always give a sweet fragrance, or be met with scorn

pretend I don’t have barbs that can prick

look pretty and red, nevermind that I’m sick

I’ve been told that what matters is my beautiful petals

no one cares that underneath I’m unsettled

I make a pretty garden, bouquet, or wreath

but what about the tears and fear underneath?

I need healing rain, I’m parched and dry

I’m wilting inside, but I’m afraid to cry

scared to open up and be vulnerable with you

cause I’m easily trampled and thrown askew

I’m beautiful but fragile, I need you to see

my thorns and my bloom, do you want all of me?