Rose

Why when I touch this rose

I get pricked 

This rose that I knew for so long

That grew day by day

Watered by the rain

And strengthened by the sun

Rose

Why do you refuse my touch?

Hurting my hands

Everywhere I touch

Finding my veins

Spilling my precious blood

You grew to be so lovely

Deceiving to the eyes you’ve become

You’ve out grown me

So here I stand alone

Day and night

In the storm, through the rain and heartache

While every time I reach for your stem

You cut me

And bleed out my soul