The Rose

4/12/05

Like a rose

I appear sweet

Soft and careful

I’ll fill your senses

Am I beautiful?

Like a rose

I have my thorns

Be gentle with me

I’ll prick you quick

I like to see you bleed

Like a rose

I’ve weathered the storms

Bruised and battered

I am so weak

My life doesn’t matter

Like a rose

I made it through

When a new days begun

I take a breath

And life my head to the sun