Rose

A poem about someone being hurt in love

I remember back when
I stumbled upon you.
So bright, so beautiful.
Only what a dream made true.

I'd sit and admire you.

Sitting by, just to gaze.
Torn by something unobtainable.
Despite the pain, I was still amazed.

When I could get close enough now,
I'd be pricked by your thorns;

In pain and confused,
I retreat to feel scorned. 

One day the sky was dry,
No rain clouds in sight.
No water for you;

No sunlight.

Your petals began to fall.

Your beauty to fade.

You were still beautiful

Just the way you were made.

I'd try to find my way

Back into your embrace

Just to be pricked harder

And replaced.

You found hope.

When the rain did fall.

And I found hope

Because I knew you'd get it all.

But what you got

Was not what you hoped.

I had learned to heal,

But you still had not coped.

And the rain washed away

All that you were to me,

All that you had been;

All that you could be.