I dream of roses,
Their stems filled with led,
Brown leaves are wilting,
Thorns drip blood red.
They warn you to stay away,
For every rose has its thorn,
But your vision of rose is of beauty,
You can learn not otherwise until your vision is torn.
A thorn by any other name still stabs just as mean
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
