Delicate Rose
Pick out a rose
One that is better than the others
And head through the storm
Squeeze the rose that you grasp
In a choking protection
Only prickled by its thorns
Red-handed guilt
Bloodied pain
Delicate rose shriveled
As it falls from your hand
Slips through your fingers
And head through the storm
Empty handed
Distrusted
Defeated
Copyright © Bilal Hb | Year Posted 2012
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