Roses are, just as I see them. A no hold barred, just to bleed them, of their beauty. Crying tears in the night they’re dewy. Hoping for their chance to bloom. Suffocating in the shadows, they never get the room.
mis defined, just to rhyme. Never truly allowed to shine, to it’s potential. It starts in the mental. How we think And perceive a certain situation. You determine if your train leaves the station. You make all these excuses, You hold the keys; just walk through the door. These are more than metaphors. Just giving information on how you can soar. I have no control over the metamorphosis, wether you fulfill your purposes, Or the acting process of photosynthesis. You wanna be a butterfly. But you got a 1000 reasons why, you can’t. I can give water and sun to a plant. But I can’t make it grow. I can cultivate the soul with all that I know. But I can’t make it learn. I can rub 2 sticks together but I can’t make it burn.
I can’t force you to love me. I can force you to feel. I can’t force you to be. I can’t force you to heal. You cannot be bent to no ones will. We can’t blame no one on how we are. We all bare scares. But we choose who we are. We are mere roses, looking at the stars. Wanting to be higher than we are. Looking at others O so far. We neglect ourselves and who we really are. And who we wanna be. It’s easier to blame, he and she. Instead of taking responsibility for me. Change your mind and be free. Don’t let your rose wither in this weather. Don’t get crushed under pressure. You’re a rare treasure. Never say never. You’re a possessor, Of a mind. God makes everything beautiful in it’s time. But everything is a choice. You have the power to choose. Weather or not you O rose will bloom.
Roses are red. Violets are blue. What you gonna do? What you gonna choose.
Roses are red. Violets are blue. What you gonna do? What you gonna choose.
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