Rose Poem by Kaien Rodrev

red is the Rose, so vibrant and pure
sharp is the thorn that bites
torn is the flesh that beauty deceived
and pain is the story it writes

gone are the dreams of falling in love
hurt is the Dreamer that bleeds
distrust is the life that the Rose left behind
and fear is the nightmare it breeds

sharp is the pain that the Dreamer endures
red is the blood that seeps
vibrant and pure is the beautiful Rose
and alone is the Dreamer that weeps