Pink Thorns
Standing my ground was not a quest of valor
But a burning fire I wished to ignite life with
I was there soaked in ash
Some of you noticed but kept walking
It broke me inside but I lived on
I can no longer get back what is lost
Redeeming expired emotional coupons
Pulls be back from personal growth
On a red velvet pillow moistened by tears
Lay a pink rose with large thorns
It pierced my flesh as I snatched it up
It breathes now between parchment papers
Stained with tears and blood but soft as silk
A reminder that things don’t have to make sense
To everyone, just yourself