welcome to the garden of roses
look at the one in the distance
that's shining really bright
with such a beautiful red
like a maidens lips in mid day
that one is starting it's life
blooming for the fist time
I gave her it's own little space
I don't want the others to touch her
not because it's bad that they're together
it's because I don't want her to wither so soon
one of them is stained with blood
we call her the stained rose or bloody rose
is the one that's close to that tree
that's alone and withering
she fought all her life
to be more than just a rose
a little fragile thing that verily could do stuff
so most of the time she had to fight
for her believes and dreams
but most of the gardeners just shattered her petals
her leafs
and just left her in thorns so she could bloom once more
but every time she came back
she got more stained
more blood
she got put down on one knee and one day just gave up
she turned in the stained rose that you see today
under a tree seeing what's ahead
just wishing that everything ends
that one breaks my heart
thats why I need one bright
to help this one bloom like it supposed to
and I try my best
to protect their souls
but life keeps cutting their petals
and leave them with thorns
YOU ARE READING
Not as expected
PoesíaJust some thought and stories from a girl that likes to talk alone because most of the time there's nobody to listened or nobody to talk to
