Buried rose
Love is like a red dark rose
at the beginning it blossoms and grows
day after day something goes wrong
no matter how much that rose seems strong
then it shrivels from all the lies
gives up and wilts then dies
you were its hope you were its water
you were its sun you were its winter
you where the air it breaths
you were its green immortal leaves
I am sorry I was its hidden thorn
I hurt you but it was the reason I was born
I loved you too much to hurt you anymore
that’s why I chose to walk out that door
you cant stop a bird from singing
you cant stop a bee from stinging
you were my bird and I was your bee
make me understand how we could ever be
every windy day every time there is rain
memories are released but others are covered again
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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