ROSES AND THORNS.
I pricked on love,
Bled in passion and crimson bond,
Walked the thorny affection,
And felt the heaven’s call.
I fell and loved,
Got mad and yelled,
But I did not waver,
I let me feel.
Because love so true,
Is a reflection of crimson roses,
Beautiful and enchanting,
Yet with thorns so sharp, so real, so edgy.
I pricked on love,
I let me feel,
Because what’s love,
If it’s not real?
