love finds a way to show us the past,
but life gives you the chance to decide if it lasts.
you tell all your fears to people you love,
and know they cant tell that inside you the pain continues to shove
i may often sit and compare love the the beauty of a rose,
but to me the rose is like love delicate precious and always needs your love before it can fully grow.
you stay up late and allyou do is cry,
then lay awake wondering Why
you hope that in the end,
you wake up to a chance to try once again
love is a gift that makes us all go weak,
But im thankful for every day that is unique
when reality hits us we never know whats in store,
but hope we are given one chance to do more.
We glide on the wings of the wind seeking bird,
Trying to find all the pain hat you thought was absent
Hope not yet lost in the fear of the world's lust,
But the world is lost when the poetic rose is opening up to the people who's hearts could soon bust.
