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

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