Time shall pass
Slow and steady,
While I bleed
Until I’m ready.
There is a splinter,
It pierces my heart;
With each passing moment,
It turns soft
And before I know it,
It will be lost.
In its place,
Shall a rose bloom,
So lusty yet so pure,
Pure enough to stab the gloom.
Pure like the tear I shed
And soaked red with the blood I bled.
I was at home,
I have strayed afar now.
I have found it once,
It will find me now.
Roses have petals,
Roses have thorns.
For if there are springs
There ought to be some storms.
It’s now your call.
Roses with thorns,
Or no rose at all?

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