Like a Rose

Like a Rose

Written & Recorded

By Ivorie Nicole

Like a rose,

The blood in my veins run red like a rose.

Don’t get to close, for I have more thorns than a single rose. 

All you see the beautiful red velvet shape of heart,

you won’t even notice red blood dripping from your flesh.

Cut by my thorn until you’ve picked me from my garden just to let me die. 

Buddha once said:

 “if you like a flower, you just pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily.”

Don’t like me, love me.

Or leave me alone & let me grow  in my own garden.

If I can learn anything from a rose,

it is resilience.

For even when I am dying, my wilt will return to a bloom.

But, don’t get to close for I have more thorns than a single rose.

Once picked, I cannot re-bloom but I can only wilt.

All you see is a red velvet shape of a heart, 

a heart you want to carry,

a heart you want to cherish, 

to love, 

to honor.

By the time you’ve realized it, my thorns will have cut the flesh of your delicate skin. 

I didn’t ask you to pick me or to like me, 

I asked you to let me grow in my own garden. 

I asked you to love me.

I cannot live with out my soil.

I love you but in order to love you I must be me.

Alone, alongside of you.

Let me grow through my seasons, for my roots can entangle with yours if we choose to grow together.

Like a rose,  

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