Sickly Rose

A rose, Simple...eleagant, colorful

A statement which shouldn't be ignored

So delicate and fragile, like a small sickly child

Unable to speak, so tiny and impressionable...



Wanting love and tender care

Like a rose needs to survive in this huge filthy mean world

Like what I dream of having

Someone to water me, give me light

So I can grow and become who I want...



A rose, so very simple, eleagant and deeply colorful

An aliveness that shouldn't be ignored

So delicate, fragile, and honestly beautiful, like a small child

Who has become sick with hate and cruelity...



Just wanting wishing to be free and to be loved and cared for

Like a rose needing water and sunshine to flourish in the distasteful society

Like how I wish for it to change for the greater good of humanity

Wanting all my fantasies to become reality...



Just like a simple, eleagant, beautifully colorful, delicate rose

Which is slowly dying from the mistreatment it is being givin

Just like me, a rose, so very fragile, but if tempted dangerous

With thorns that cut deep into flesh, making blood pour onto the dirty ground

A rose might look like it is being well cared for, but only deep down in the core,

Shows it's true nature, just like a human being...Just like me... A sickly rose...