Wild Rose
If there was a time in my life where I said I hated you
I lied
If there was a time where I said you didn’t mean anything to me
I lied
If there was a time when I said I didn’t need you
I lied
To me you are a beautiful, wild rose
There is no one more intricate and fascinating
You make me want to go through the thorns and the vines just to catch a glimpse
Vibrant red, a lovely smell
You’re anything I could want and more
Thorns and all
My beautiful, wild rose
-K
This poem is about:
Me