Unexpected Gifts

Unexpected Gift: Infatuation-Roses

I can't sleep at night without thinking of you.

Like a rose, I can't pick you up without getting pricked.

But, because of tempation, I still do.

Left with a bloody hand, all I want to do now is heal.

I can't just put this rose down and let it die.

I'll endure the pain and let my hand bleed.

Untill the petals fall and the stem crumbles away, thats when i'll let my hand heal.

But before a scar can even form,

I reach for another blindly.

Because I stupidly hope that this one doesn't have thorns. 

Thats one side of me, but there's another side of me that knows better.

That side of me knows,

that every rose haves its thorns.