Rose by Anonymous

Rose

The rose intimidates, frustrates
It's thorns draw blood and fury
Yet, finding your way through the maze of thorns
You see the beauty, the bloom
The soft petals eager for your touch

You pluck the bloom
Covetous and proud
Displaying for jealous eyes to see
Then throw away, when the bloom fades and the petals break.

A rose tangled in it's own thorns
Fighting for a glimpse of the sun
Yearning for it's warmth
Dying dry and broken
Only to bloom, and try again.

By Anon