Roses
Roses are not always the definition
Of femininity and beauty
Roses have thorns
Warning, "You'll get hurt if you pick me"
Roses are like people with close walls
Some differ in color
But all are scared
And not ready to conquer
They have talent, beauty, and strength
But afraid to show it
Their defense and armor is their thorns
Their trap is their heavenly beauty
Silently glowing and blooming
In the field at night where the moon is gleaming
Once you laid your hands to them
Careful 'coz danger is coming
Just look and stare
Never touch, be fair
Once you get pricked by its thorns
It'll leave you in despair
BINABASA MO ANG
𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
PoesíaThoughts that form poetry. A collection of my soul's wonderings. Free to DM me for dedications.
