I know that I am like a rose.
My feelings are complex
Sometimes I can't help but cry
And when my tears fall, they are like rose petals dancing and slowly drifting towards the ground-
My thoughts are deep
Though I may act shallow- from time to time
If I act unkindly and all my words are thorns
May I forgive myself as you forgive me, time and time again
The thorns protect my mind, my soul, and my heart from everyone...
Except myself.
My thorns are tolerated by few
And maybe someday I can learn to handle them too.
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Poems For The Lover And The Loner
PoésiePoems about finding love and the art of falling in love... or falling out of it.