Rose

Before,
when I would see a rose
I would think of you
so perfect with its
brilliance
and perfect bright
red bloom

But,
one day
the real you
reached me
like an ocean wave
it crashed onto me

left me soaked
with tears

lonely tears

Now,
you never asked
you never cared
selfish girl
misery prophesy

Now I know you're
not a rose
You are just the thorns
Lots of pain
and no way to
get close

Painful thorns
is what you chose

-sandra-