The Rose and The Holder

You are the rose
I am the holder
You are beautiful
But put weight on my shoulder

I held on to you
Despite the thorns and pain
My hands bleed
And I went insane

It’s too late to quit
But too long to keep trying
There were times I laughed
And times I was crying

I’ve held this rose so long
that I can’t let go
The rose grew into my arm
I love the pain I’ve come to know

I love what we go through baby
Because I do it with you
Through all our pain
We can say we grew

You might not want to say
But you know it’s true
Your part of me
And I’m part of you

I can’t get rid of you
And you can’t get rid of me
Open your eyes please
And see the we were meant to be

You are the rose, and I am the holder

Author's Note

Wrote this when I was 16 and thought I was in love. tell me what you think?

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like this poem, sir .

[Lost in Wonderland]

I really liked this and can totally relate. The pain of a long suffering broken heart can become so familiar that we depend on it. Great analogy, nice job(:
God bless
~Mickey

[TheAnthonyMiller]

Thank you. I was 16 and going through a really messed up first love drama so I tried to express myself :)

[Lost in Wonderland]

I get it haha, I'm 16 and getting over one:P No problem at all:)