Rose.

Here’s to those who keep giving their all, for some who don’t even care ๐Ÿ™‚

The red roses you hold,
Oh so pretty,
But I think you’re bold,
To keep on going,
Knowing
That the stalk of the rose,
The thorns it grows
Pricking right into your skin,
And hurting you, pretty thing.

And just like the rose,
You keep holding on,
To those who keep you on your toes.
Always on the edge, never sure.
And you keep hurting,
To keep them happy
A candle burning,
To keep them warm and cozy.

 

A/N: Do you just mentally detach yourself from some people sometimes, because you’re tired of the amount of times they’ve let you down? :/

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