Thread: Scarred by A Rose

This is what happens when you combine.. my heart, my job inside the garden center, and my imagination... poems like these. One day I hope to write for real.... but I can't afford that right now.... the sad story of one....



Scarred by A Rose

Is there a such thing,
As a good scar.
One wonders as I look,
At the fleshly wounds,
That the bushes gave me.
Just like these rose bushes,
You heart torn into mine.
It scarred up the bad times,
And left them for naught.
Now all that’s left is the good.
Blood may flow from my wounds,
But sometimes we all have to bleed,
Or be pained somehow,
To truly feel like we are alive.
At least that was my old theory.
Now I have a reason to get through,
And not worry about or feel the pain.
I love you my little Rose Petal,
And want you to be happy no matter what.
You scarred me in a good way,
And left only my love.
So today I can say,
I was Scarred by a Rose….

By Justin McCormick (K‘ Heart)