Roses To Knives Poem by Shane Bryan

Its hard to see the pain in your eyes,
Cuts so deep made by beautiful lies.
Now before you I stand,
Same knife different hand.
At least that is all you can see,
I know that you don't blame me.
But when a man can use a rose for a knife,
Its difficult to trust anything in life.
You have fallen I know,
But with trust love will grow.
I wish to show you how to fly,
To prove not all beauty is a lie.
I'll wait patiently for you,
Because I love you its true.