"We are all just Bloody Roses growing in a garden of perfection and pain" by Angel Synn

"We are all Just Bloody Roses growing in a garden of perfection and pain". 

by Angel Synn

You hear the tales of storybook Love,
where two people are like characters in a play,
They'd fight to death to never be apart,
and side by side in death they lay.
You dream of that kind of  perfect Love,
but in public never say,
How much you wished someone truly needed you,
As much as you need their love day after day.
You've seen that kind of Love dreampt about,
Passing by on the street and say,
How much you wished you were holding hands,
While watching the couple walk away.
Although there is no solice,
No poem that can make things right,
No bettermeant in word's by an unknown artist,
No relief i can give you from pain,
There is one thing i can try to write,
One thing I have left to state:
and with this one thing from my heart,
I hope it may ease your pain:
We are all just Bloody Roses,
Growing in a garden of Perfection and Pain,
Happy and Sad we reach for the sky,
Inch by Inch we grow Day by Day,
Mother Earth keeps us healthy,
but in the the dark,
Somtimes she may make us wait,
So lessons we may learn and modesty we may grow,
So when our time comes we can simply say:
"We are all just Bloody Roses growing in a garden of Perfection and Pain,
but it's the life and opportunity to grow that Mother Earth's gives to us,
That will make the Love we all wish for,
Worth the wait".
So in the end,
When our storybook's written,
and the pen has reached it's final page,
Each of us can give thanks for how we've grown,
To earn the Storybook ending we all hope will be our fate.

The End.