Why do you hate me?
I never even disliked you
You tore the rose
The rose of my heart
You ripped each blood-red petal
Let them fall to the frozen ground
You tore the forest-green leaves
Tore them in two
That left the thorns
The thorns that slashed my hand
Another came
He handed me a new rose
It was thornless
The petals were purest red
He healed my hand
There were no scars
The blood was gone
The pain was over
And I lived on
Dedicated to Tyler, my healer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has so much meaning and definetly true. Its something thats happening to me. It takes time to get over it, but when there's someone there to comfort you it makes it all werth while.