Roses
You are like a rose, beautiful but harsh
Your thorne´s, hidden but sharp
Known for love and passion but also hurt and conflict,
War and politics
When the sun shines bright you stand tall but when you are not cared for you fall
Life is like roses, there are many different types but only you can decide
Whether you take care of your garden or not
We hide our imperfections like a rose with its core
We wish not to be judged even more than we are
Why is it that we care about what people think?
Roses hide their thorns with their beauty like we do with our popularity
But who are we?
You are my rose and i am your gardener but i don’t know how to care for you
Any longer.
