Tiffany (spiritwanderer) wrote,

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the rose is pain...

the rose bud sits on the branch.
alone. afraid.
will you take me away?
will i be taken care of? loved?
can i be loved?
how can i know?
the rose is beautiful.
velvety petals and vibrant red.
do i make you smile?
do i warm your heart?
can i warm your heart?
how can i know?
the rose is pain.
it's thorns. it dies.
will you just walk away?
will i make you bleed? will i hurt you?
could i ever hurt you?
how can i know?

i will never know.
do i want to know?
i dont want to know.
i will never want to know....

oh no...

i want to know...
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Beauty and saddness all mashed togather in just those few words
not saying right, wrong, ect., just something to ponder:

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
- Jim Morrison (American Poet and Singer. Member of the American band The Doors and one of rock music's mythic figures. 1943-1971)