Once a year,
Always such a sight,
I get to see you blossom,
Into that beautiful rose.
You don't realize,
You're worth more than a human life,
You're everything that makes this world,
Bright.
Even in winter,
You never fail to blossom.
Pure white sheets,
Of untouched snow,
And in the middle,
There it is,
A fully blossomed rose.
A burning red,
as bright as could be,
Stems that help it rise,
Form the frozen ground.
And leaves,
That peek out to enhance,
It's beauty.
It's just one rose,
But,
This one rose,
Knows,
It's never alone.
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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.
