For thorns only fall when a soul has grown enough, and theirs has not grown where yours has You cannot say ‘you are unsafe for me’ without breaking their heart and yours with the truth, the crushing truth. You hide, hearing their soft whimpers, and you think, “Oh, what should I do?”īut you see, you cannot tell them about their thorns. “Where are you!” they will cry, standing in the quiet café you would meet. Their intentions are sweet and pure, like petals that drip in honey.įlowers but the kind that are covered in thorns.īut here’s the twist: they do not know they have thorns. You will let them, and they will hurt you.īut here’s the twist: they won’t want to. Whether you’re a rose whose thorns were clipped or a dead rose drowning in grief there always will be the right person who will protect you Or are you the one raised below the shadow struggling your way out of a thin crack. The one that has so much pride but doesn’t fight back? I would fix your heart and never let it come apart.Īre you the kind that has been grown by light 'Thank you for the view what a wonderful taste' Sooner or later he will think your just a piece of waste. To keep going after you, because I know you’re not going to be easily handpicked by anyone. Mother nature gave you that wonderful protection To make a home for you where you will be safe and sound. You made me bleed and drop to my knees back then When I tried to carefully carry you, earth and root right off the ground 'What a fine gentleman you have found as your mate I’m sorry to state but I must say farewell. now I’m sitting next to you listening to your tales. I see you have bloomed so well but no more thorns to impale. They protruded to my core, you stabbed me with a double edge sword that ran through my heart, leaving bittersweet memories and myself wanting for more. Where are your sharp pointy thorns?! You were a devil back then, with those long and black horns. Or did you just let them fall off in that lonely dark shelf. Who dares to clip your thorns? Those you use to protect yourself. She’s beautiful, unique, life changing, Loyal, Understanding, so much more than you know and just wants to be valued.Ī rose so beautiful as yourself. She’s the voice the winds the beat and she sings a beautiful song,ĭon’t be afraid of what it takes to get her,ĭon’t judge her thorns from where you stand, Open your eyes see the beauty inside her,īut if you can’t pick her up because of her thorns your wrong! It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be given chances,ĭoesn’t mean that the rest of us don’t need love, We all have had something that hurt people before, Maybe you’ll find her thorns beautiful too! Get to know her as a whole I promise you won’t regret it?

They just want to be valued for being part of her, They won’t hurt you if your tough enough though? She’s proud of her thorns they’re part of who She is, People complain about her thorns like no other rose has them? They harvest her and put her on display what is that called? Life? People always say how She’s pretty but leave her without picking her up,

Thorns of the black rose puzzle