Roses

A symbol of love, of passion.

We were Roses once,

Beautiful to look at, to view from afar,

Blooming, blossoming into this beautiful creature.

We are Roses now,

The thorns digging in,

Bleeding together as they tear us apart.

We are Roses now

Because despite the pain of thorns,

We'll come back to the beauty the blossom brings,

Only to fall victim to thorns once again.