Weed out the thorns you've planted in me. Wipe my eyes from the lies. The thorns are stuck and so am I. The roses surround me with their vines. I cry, and weep in sorrow, do you not see I've been imprisoned?
I can not free myself. I am captivated by the hope of new blooming flowers, I can only feel the pain of the thorns. I stay and watch as you plant more roses in other gardens. I wanted to be your only garden. I am still blind. My eyes full of tears, yet you still plant more. My rose will grow higher than any of the others you planted. You notice me for a while, the sun shines and I grow more, then another grows. I am now a rose on a gloomy day. I need sun light, that sun is being given to another garden. I'm weak. My rose shrivels and dies , but the thorns still remain. I free myself. I rip away the pain. Though it stung for a short while. I heal. Nothing compared to the pain I was enduring, with your thorns, My tears no longer fall. I can see once more. I go and plant myself in another garden. Because a Rose like me. Should be surrounded by other beautiful flowers.
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Insecurity melody.
PoetryPoems I write when something comes to mind. if you are a female with problems with boys, your body, or mind. this is for you loves. tysvm.
