We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

My Rose

You turned my black rose red.
To seem normal and not so dark.
To learn to care.
To learn to allow the light to beam in to warm my innermost feelings.
To electrify them back to life,
To open them up to love and vulnerability and all the risks that comes with loving someone.
All the optimistic pessimism dipped in realism.
And I stare at my rose, watching it fade white as I surrender to it all.
To the falling, the insecurities, the fullness and happiness...
I'm allowing myself to surrender to you.
There's such a purity outlining this white rose.
The crisp silver lining showing to you...
That my love is true.