Fulcrum of a Rose
You stand on a pedestal higher than the rest
You stand up there as if you are on a quest
A quest to find what you have been missing
A quest to find why you should still be living
You stand on a pedestal as if you are a frozen rose
You stand up there thinking that you will never face the blows
But just as a rose you will wilt and wither away
First your pedals and then your stem
This is all because you never let me in
You never let me be your fulcrum
You never let me hold your hand
You made me think that I was the problem
That I was just a silly man
Copyright © Corinne Guillory | Year Posted 2025
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