Some Feeling Poems

Dry

Like a single red thorny rose,

Love is beautiful but brings pain I suppose.

A double edged sword, both sweet and sour,

Draining you of all your power.

Anger and jealousy come as well,

All because we simply fell.

In the end it's something we regret,

But something we surely won't forget.

Scars along our hearts, broken and hurt,

But also making us more alert.

Fear of repetition plagues us to push love away,

Without hearing what it has to say.

But every happy ending has it's dark path,

Paths that lead to just pure wrath.

Even so, we push through on and on to the end,

And make the pain turn and bend.

So wipe your tears and don't cry,

For the river of tears is beginning to dry.