Dreams

Broken hearted dream Devine like a wilted rose so filled with thorns growing in my life puncturing my already wounded soul.

Revolving around sadness and sitting around sulking in sorrow.

Nightmares become your friend laying down to never rest

Bloody lines stain the scarlet letter .

Sinking, seeping down to hopefully fill the wilted rose with even a slight spark of color of which that rose deserves.

The thorns detour the scarlet it shall never touch the rose,

But maybe one day a thorn will fall off maybe one more.

still so many thorns but one less thorn to detour until maybe one day a single scarlet drop will spark that rose

One touch of color could save a single rose

Until the scarlet flows filling the wilted flower until it straightens not perfect

But perfect enough that maybe someone will pluck that rose to hold and fall in love with that rose

Well that rose ....... is me

.....I am a wilted flower that nobody sees

Waiting for that spark. ...for the flow of scarlet ....

So that maybe one day ..... I will slowly straighten and someone might pick me .......