so red your petals
so hard your thorns
like a beautiful princess
you hide your soul
in your palace you try
to find your prince
but for some reason
they're just like leafs
like a little girl
you cry alone
you search in the woods
a place to call home
but like in the story
a wolf claims his glory
like a young woman
you suffer on your own
when the night comes
you let it all go
scream for help
but no one will listen
cause your just an object
that every man will cherish
that red of yours
like blood in the veins
can we see
which one is more stained
I try to pick you up
but you thorns won't let me
I try to figure out
what's their purpose
but when I get a closer look
they're there to protect their rose
YOU ARE READING
Just don't
PoetryPoems from the lonely heart that always silence what they want to say. Mostly for fear of starting something they don't want to see it end.
