• theromanticpoet2020 6w

    BEAUTY OF PAIN

    Sometimes
    We are unaware ..
    About ourselves
    The thorns that grow
    Out of us
    We're like the roses
    That unknowingly bloom
    Acknowledging the sharp points
    Of our lives feeling the bloods
    The wounds the scars
    The memories the loneliness
    We're the rose
    That bathes in blood
    And acknowledges
    The beauty of pain
    When we bloom ...
    ©theromanticpoet2020