Thorny Red Rose

A thorny red rose

lays in my path

down the road I walk.

Closer and closer I get

its petals pull me in 

until I'm within reach.

Bruised and broke

from the rocky path

I yell from the pain.

I will not touch the rose

I don't wish to feel the thorns

I will resist the petals.

How long will it be

till the red rose wilts,

how long will it be

till I cave in. 

Author's Note

For all you who think this is about love, go head and think that, but its not.

Reviews

[Blue]

This is a really nice poem I like it!

[Alex W]

An ok write, but too depressing for me.

[Krista]

I can tell its not about love.It seems to be about pain. It is very emotional. I enjoyed reading it alot and I can relate to it as well.

[A.Lee]

This is really good! I actually didn't think it was about love, but I can see how it could be interpreted as that. Actually it could be interpreted as a lot of things, each according to whats on the reader's mind. That's the beauty of it. Very well done.

[Liza]

beautiful,the rose...with all the potential pain - somehow it is still beautiful

[Liz Alexander]

I always have a friend take off the thorns for me. Love it.

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

oh, this is one of my favorites, i adore this one

[Yuvia Chairez]

Silky, beautiful, good imagery. I like this piece.

[Missing Part]

This is very good I like it.

[Senseless whatever]

Excellent write.