It’s the rosebud
That got torn before it could bloom
She’s the remnants of a first crush
That broke her life in two
The ashes of friendships
That tried to trap her in walls
The pain of a soulmate
Who turned into a nightmare
And yes — it’s her fault
Because who would want a rosebud — torn?
So, she builds walls
Divine creature, eyes on her
In every room she walks in
They are subdued by her beauty
And shocked by her strength.
But she doesn’t want their eyes
She would be happy without their shock
If she could only find the one thing
She has felt the poverty of
If she could only find a real friend
In this dusty, moldy world
But she just watches-
As each hope of fertile forests
Disappears in a quick flash
And the phoenix is tired
Of being reborn — but still
She rises.
