Standing here
I pluck the petals
One by one
Unconsciensly thinking
He loves me
He loves me not
Until there are no more
I grasp the stem
Only to quickly release
To see the puncture
Caused by a thorn
I should have known
I should have been more careful
For ever rose has a thorn
I should know
I will not find the answer
To my question
By violating
The beauty of a flower
For love itself has its ups and downs
Its unpredictable
You dont know
Who you will love
Or if the person you love
Truly feels the same way
This genuine feeling we call love
But you wont find out

Cowering in a corner
Take a chance
Step out
Let your heart out
Dont be afraid
To ask a question straight forward
It might just be the best way
To find out about those honest feelings
You were so curious about
Just like every rose has a thorn
Loving a person is unpredictable
But the love we have for someone
And that we share with them is beautiful
Like the beauty of a rose.