Me and a Rosebush
Me and a
Rosebush
That blooms with the radiance of a broken heart
Over and over
This tangle of thorns and petals
Wilting at my feet
From unyielding hands
Come soft petals
That will not stand the test of time
But will be pretty to look at for now
How do I
Make you understand?
How do I tell you that
Rose-red turns
Bruise blue
And it’s not your fault
If a crown of thorns
Is nothing
But an iron
Shackle
Me and a rosebush
This crown of thorns
A mess of petals
Wilting at my feet