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

[Brian]

very good, i can relate to it