Roses

Thorns so sharp, 

They make him bleed,

They make him rethink everything in his love life.

The bandages covering his fingers, 

Shows how hurt he is,

They explain everything.

No matter how beautiful the bouquet of roses is,

Their thorns can still hurt,

Make tears fall.

He can love them all he wants, 

Pick them and put them in his home,

Make his home beautiful all because of them.

But they won’t appreciate it,

No matter how much love he gives them,

Or how much he hides the hurt they give him,

They don’t care.

He grows and realizes he can fix this problem,

He cuts the thorns and wraps the stems in ribbon, 

Making them as pretty as they can be,

To show the world he can overcome his pain.