Everyone uses roses as
comparisons to love.
Beautiful, but if you aren't smart,
painful.
And i used to agree.
Completely.
But then as time went by,
I realized something .
Love isn't a rose,
roses are too beautiful,
and the thorns too small.
Roses are easy to find,
and many many colors.
Love is rare
and painful
and not perfect.
At all.
Roses are crushes,
but love is
a rare flower,
painful and quick
to fade.
So preserve your love
between the pages of
a book.
And years later you can come back,
and read those words
and reclaim your love.
YOU ARE READING
We're All Mad Here
PoetryJust a series of poems. A series of words. A collection of stories. A collection of feelings. I think I've explained enough, it's up to you to read on.
