sometimes we do bad things
for the people that we love
sometimes uncertainty whispers
we let our hearts shove;
maybe into each other
looking for spaces not so confined
believing in each other and in time
so we don't do bad things
for the people we love.
but we tend to,
as human unconsciousness allows us to,
dive into the fields of roses
knowing we'd get pricked by thorns
because let's face it
to look at something as divine as a rose
wouldn't come without a thorn prick.
