A Thousand Roses Poem by Thales Young

Picked a thousand roses,
And one for you.
One for me, one for true.
True love which rised,

From a spark, to a flame,
To a burning land.
Wouldn't call it hell.
Damn. Well...

Until I pulled the gun out,
And two thousand rose petals
Fell to the ground.
Like an autumn's day.

The love died in your hands
In A sort of way.
It effected you... You still ask,
What happened to us living T.R.U.E.

You mean Together Relentlessly,
Unified with Equality.
You should answer that question,
As you tried changing me. True?

Females please understand.
Even better.
Pen, paper, listen,
And take this down.

You can't change a man,
Who hasn't the will to change.
He's his own being. He has to find,
The will to change for you.

If he don't, he ain't your man....
Same rules goes for man.
Don't be her ocean, if she ain't
Got the will to be your land.