Bleeds The Rose
Looking about you find a rose
Like any rose it's shielded with thorns
Ignorance reaches and the hand is pricked
Now there you are hurt
Yet out you reach for the rose again
You try for it's petals again
Defenseless stands the rose
Instead of you it's the petals that bleed
Because it's heart is its thorns
And you've caused it hurt
So deserved is the prick
You're the prick
You reach again
Again and again you cause the hurt
Ignoring the tears that shed from the rose
It's heart, unready, stays a thorn
The petals still bleed
You cry when you're not bleeding
Because it's the rose that was pricked
Ignorance ignores the thorns
You do it again and again
In pain is the rose
The rose is hurt
How many times till you realize the hurt
Keep going until there's no more blood to bleed
It's more than a rose
And all its petals have been pricked
You don't get it so reach again
You're the one with the thorns
You're sharp and hurtful, you're a thorn
All around you everyone's hurt
You don't care so you do it again
With hopes that in the end you're the one bleeding
You're a prick
And in pain is the rose
Your thorns hurt what was the rose
You prick it and cause it hurt
Even as it bleeds you do it again
The rose is you.
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Bleeds The Rose
PoetryOn its thorns you prick your hand, but it's the rose that bleeds instead. Wrote this silliness in my creative writing class and absolutely adore it so :3
