It's like a cat,
With it's coat.
Over summer,
It must shed it,
To keep from getting to hot.
Tears,
They fall from our eyes,
But,
Our tears,
They are only every,
Once in a while,
As,
Coats,
Are every year,
On time.
Our blood,
Becomes a puddle.
As it,
Falls from our arms,
To our floors.
Our hearts,
They become,
One.
As the pain,
continues to grow,
Our love,
Will only grow.
Like a rose,
Touch a thorn,
You will shed blood.
But,
It's beautiful,
and many people,
Try to pick it.
Unwilling to acknowledge,
The possible thorns.
I love you,
You are my rose,
But,
I did watch for thorns,
And now,
I just have to keep you safe,
Safe from them,
The ones,
That will try to hurt you.
You are my rose,
Beautiful,
In every possible way,
And I,
Renee,
Will protect you.
No matter what it costs me.
Because,
Without you,
My world is dark and ugly.
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoetryThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
