A Field of Roses

Roses are red but broken too

A story burned in each fallen pedal

Each unique and beautiful too

A world of scars paints their stems

Defenses built, to protect their kin

To be in love is to feel their pain

To grip the thorns that tear their soul

Clench their heart or let them go

Bear the wounds or give them back

To find yourself lost in the wild

Alone without a hand to hold

Fear is the driving force

Build your thorns and hide your scars

For no one wants to be alone

Roses are red but broken too