Poems of the (not-so) Heartless

White Rose

I am a white rose.

Thorns guarding my emotions,

my secrets,

my companions.

I trap myself within this painful wall,

so none may enter,

and betray what little trust I hold within a tight rubber-band ball

I don't let the world play with me

No,

for if they feel the need,and risk their luck,

they bleed.

I do not let my emotions loose while in company.

I will not rain

my self torture,

and my mental pain

upon those around me,

for I do not wish for them to become

a White Rose,

emotions hidden,

never bleeding around company,

only when alone,

trapped and weeping,

wishing to be better.