Rose
I don’t say much anymore, but all I want is to talk. To speak the words left unspoken, and heal the two hearts left broken and bleeding. Lives were saved, dreams were lost. I pull at every thread that holds me together. The ones I sew myself and the ones held together by the thorns of a Rose. I pull until there is nothing left. He gave me this gift and I use it well. There is nothing more sweet than the prick of a thorn on a rose.
