Love and pain.

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?