Roses

Roses

A Poem by M

How innocent roses look
How very interesting they are
They lure you in 
Make you crave them with their color
Encourage you to reach for them
And just when you finally grab them 
They bite you 
Pricking your fingers with their thorns
I find them very similar to people 
Meant to be admired from afar 
They show you their beauty 
Seducing you with their traits and smiles 
But the moment you get to close
They'll prick you with their defenses
It'll take a brave person 
To grab hold of them 
And carefully shed their walls
So they they can be admired more closely 
More intimately then from afar  
And just like roses there will come a day 
When their beauty will fade 
And their petals will wither die 
And all that will be left is the memory of their beauty 
And the holes left upon your skin
Yes roes look so innocent
Just like you did

© 2017 M



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Well, well, it seems you've come across the wrong set of flowers. Or perhaps we have been taught wrong? We have all been taught that roses are beautiful, but has there been no one who asks why they spread so many pedals? What holds inside such bundle of wings? Shed one by one, until we reach the center. Perhaps there lies the true beauty. Its thorns? For those who only seek the external beautesque, I believe, roses too have gotten tired of such fake handlers, therefor, luring those who seek outer beauty away, and incensing those who truly see beneath the beautiful...........

Or maybe its just me :/

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

M

3 Months Ago

For some reason when I saw your review I thought it was going to be something bad but then I began t.. read more
Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)

3 Months Ago

I apologize for the scare :)



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Well, well, it seems you've come across the wrong set of flowers. Or perhaps we have been taught wrong? We have all been taught that roses are beautiful, but has there been no one who asks why they spread so many pedals? What holds inside such bundle of wings? Shed one by one, until we reach the center. Perhaps there lies the true beauty. Its thorns? For those who only seek the external beautesque, I believe, roses too have gotten tired of such fake handlers, therefor, luring those who seek outer beauty away, and incensing those who truly see beneath the beautiful...........

Or maybe its just me :/

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

M

3 Months Ago

For some reason when I saw your review I thought it was going to be something bad but then I began t.. read more
Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)

3 Months Ago

I apologize for the scare :)

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