You call me fair, but I can see
The distance between our souls
My beauty can only be seen
On the petals of the rose
What lies beneath will penetrate
Your skin with a painful toll
Admire from afar at my
Individual
Full bloom among the plethora
Of closed and pitiful buds
Too vast not to speculate
Too bitter to love
Despite your swoons, despite your awe
Despite your will to touch me
The Thorns that sting your gentle embrace
Will hinder your will to love me
YOU ARE READING
The Bleeding Pen
PoetryThis is a book of my poetry. I plan on adding a lot to it. I may even add more poetry than stories even. I'm actually adding ALL of my poems to it, but I will post my poems individually at first for a couple of days before I add it to this story gro...
