Dear Rose, I heard you're doing well
I'm happy for you
Dear Rose, does she know the real you?
Or have you been disguised behind your petals?
When I had picked you I misjudged
You see, I saw what you displayed on the outside
Beautiful, warming, and so innocent
But, I forgot to take precaution
I picked you so quickly I had forgotten that your thorns would dig into my skin
Your vines would travel up my arms and wrap around my heart
I was blinded by the outside
Dear Rose, I hope she's careful when handling you
I hope she waters you in the way I hadn't
And uses special scissors to trim away your edges
Dear Rose, I hope she doesn't feel your thorns
YOU ARE READING
Misled By A Heart
Poetry⚠️ *Trigger Warning* ⚠-contains self-harm, sexual assault, and abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Do you sit awake at night? Do you feel your heartbreak? Do your words never seem quite right? How much can one person take? Misled By a Heart https:...
