Roses

I once thought that a rose with a thorn

Can tear apart the layers of the skin I had

Even though its prickly needles stay sharp

The pain doesn't always feel so bad.

Time can heal any kind of trouble

Whether it be for years or just days

People never forget the gist of a fight

And in the period of days, it fades.

Beyond those prickly thorns I see

Teams up those green leaves that grow on the ends.

But above all the ugly of the stem we see

Is none the less the roses of friends.

Not really the best poem I wrote...It's just all I can think about at the moment.