Rose and me

If my heart is a skin you'll see scars
If my heart is a skin you'll see bandages everywhere
If my heart is a skin you'll see blood covering the whole bandages

Some scars were there months ago, years ago
It was healing as the time past
But some are new and hurting like hell

There's a fresh wound that make the old scar so visible
Adding another marks into the skin

I told my self months ago
Not to do the same thing again
Getting so close to a rose that has many thorn

The rose was so pretty and I could not bear not to touch it
Hoping that this time the thorn will not hurt me

I was so happy that I was able to held my favorite rose
I was not aware holding it to long or too tight will hurt me deeper and deeper

I was blinded by its beauty
Until the pain emerge and made me wide awake

I thought I was doing my best by holding it tight
Just because I was too afraid in losing it

I was wrong
The rose didn't get my good intentions
And felt that I hurt it badly

Both my skin and the rose were hurting each other
Until the point I need to let the rose go
And the rose left me

Me.. my skin ... was giving the pain that I never want to give

It is all too late now
Nothing matters than to let it go
Stop hurting my skin by adding deeper scar
Stop hurting the rose by holding it

The rose will never bloom again once it died
Just hoping another rose will bloom
Preparing my self how to treat the next rose
So we wouldn't hurting each other and leaving another scar


December 02, 2016