So the rose has thorns too people,
but why do the grower doesn't detest it,
because rose is rose, right.
And the grower doesn't custody the thorns.
And yeah people
the seedling has grown at the reef, once again.
But all the tragic way
The darling plant hasn't come haughtily
'has come with all the dredges of guilt.
That the reef had made so much promises to himself
to not let grow the seedling ever again;
Love isn't always a pleasant feeling
it comes with shattering all the earlier vows.
And sabotaging all your self esteem
letting you down in yours conscience
And starts a war
to change you as a person
That you never were presumed to be.
Or maybe this is just what I think
or might be my conundrum
but poetry is a way to stay honest to yourself
So the One can help you in this crusade inside.