Hey, been wanting to write this for a long time, but have never been able to get the words out. I knew i was close when i was able to realise that im a thorn, fighting the rose everyone wants me to be, and i think ive finally gotten it out.... i hope it can give me some relief from the internal pressures that are about to explode in me. Roses and Thorns A luscious red rose Beauty in full bloom Tantalizing everything near Lovely in looks Fragrant in smell, Something to hold dear The most loved element Of the entire bush For nothing is as stunning There are many parts Supporting the beauty Yet it isn’t the most cunning. The leaves help support All the beauty within They are the plant’s inner soul The roots are most ugly But are ever so strong, Helping the bush keep hold. The very worst part Must be the thorn For it is so very mean Cutting you open Stealing your blood Without ever really being seen A thorn is the ugly For it is meant to protect Yet the rose can still be stolen A rose can live without it The only element not needed But would the bush really be full then? im still not sure if its quite right. if there is a bumpy part you dont like, mention it please. i want to get this one right.