Your thorns protect you
Like walls around one's heart
Perhaps you were once hurt
Or you saw one of you own die
Your petals conceal you
Like secrets in one's mind
Perhaps you are afraid
For maybe you've felt harsh winds
Your beauty is fragile
Like innocence in a child
Perhaps it is why none must touch you
For then you've seen the truth
Your roots run deep
Like one's fear of chance
Perhaps you found home
And being incorrect is not an option
You're surrounded with your own
Like family is your everything
Perhaps you were once lonely
And now found love
Your much similar to a person
Like a person us similar to you
Maybe people use you as an example
Or maybe roses need someone
Just one special someone to teach them to grow
YOU ARE READING
Dear Rose
PoetryIf I could speak to a rose, there would be a few things I would say. For I picture some of the people in my life as roses, and roses as some of those people. This is what I wish I could say.
