Roses

Fragile, soft scented colorful petals
Pick at them, she loves me, she loves me not
Oh, tears-laughter-more tears
A rose is simple, is it not beautiful?
Look at it, pick it, take it home to show off
Red- white- yellow- pink- orange- perhaps

Do you understand roses? Do you truly?
I don't think you do, where was the honesty
The start- the finish- hurtful- unsettling
A rose- turned black? Breathe

I am the gardener, growing flowers- roses
Till I found one, elsewhere, on a driveway
But her thorns- they came much later
Hidden traits, such hurt, such pain, ouch!
Her thorns stabbed my heart. Does it bleed?
Yes, yes it does my rose- so so deep!

Oh fiery rose. Why do you hurt me? no answer...
There was love, the soil was rich- perfect
I loved you before the world did- think!
Fragile dreams, like fragile stems- broken...

The man- I tried to be- for me- for you
Respect, and remember. Your thorns- painful
I pick the petals- to try and kill feelings...
I am trying- but the flower haunts me
Time to tear out the roses- roots and all
Fill the hole- the hole in my heart- using dirt

Understand now? Maybe not- love... pain...
Maybe the rose will re-grow? Different colors?
Moving my garden. Gates are locked. Beware!
Turn the key- she loves me- she loves me not

I kinda wanted to fuck around with the style my friend David writes with. So I went with it. Who is this for you may ask? Hah!