Heart Like a Rose

Heart As A Rose. My heart was once like a blooming Fragrant rose Beautiful unpicked With delicate Soft petals and folds But very soon Cruel hearts That pretended to care for me Took my delicate petals away One by one Until all the petals had gone No longer does my heart bloom No longer unblemished No sweet fragrance any more Wounds run deep That never heel And left me sore Only a the thorns remain That turn inwards And cause endless pain The love I once had for myself Has turned me bitter And full of anger and hate I still l love most people but I trust no one I pray to God he will heal my wounds And forgive me before it is much too late I do forgive although sometimes hard But It's not easy to forget I just wish them well But still I nurse my broken heart For I'm ripped apart. Peter Dome©2019.