22 окт. 2024 г., 22:56

When Roses Feel like Chains 

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I wish you could buy me a new white dress

to make me feel like an angel

because the one I have now feels like a burden.

I wish you could spin me around

like a ballerina - so high -

so I could touch the stars and get one for you.

I wish I could dance all night for you

and stare at the hearts in your eyes.

I wish we could escape together

to another world and become ethereal.

I wish for a sweet escape, my sweet boy.

But the white dress I have is not as beautiful anymore.

It's been ripped from the roses' thorns

that have been growing from my heart.

The wild rose stems are so tight; I can barely breathe.

And people keep watering the roots because they think roses are beautiful.

And they are.

But not in a way I want them to be.

I want to plant them somewhere else and stitch up my heart so they can't grow back.

Moving closer to you means stepping into the rain,

a place where the sky always weeps,

which means only one thing.

I will be closer to you but the rain will water the roses' roots in my heart

which will only make them grow stronger and deeper.

I will be closer to you but at what price?

No wonder why so many people hate the place you live in -

rain can only cause damage to the hearts of the people who are a home to roses.

© Iliyana Nikolova Все права защищены

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