Extraversion.

[riverain]

The Rose Pedaled Path

Take a look
Out at that field
Watch the wind
And the weapons it wields

The roses are red
They're white, black, and grey
And cut through the middle
A path leads the way

Don't ask where we're going
You'll know soon enough
But I'll let you know
This road will be rough

Look at the field
What do you see?
You stare for a moment
And then answer me

Violets are blue
But roses have thorns
And that's all you see
Is the hate and the scorn

You say you don't care
But I know that's not true
You just wish that love
Weren't an issue for you

You still hide a wound
You received long ago
You want to move on
But it's healing so slow

Now still your heart bleeds
As it has for so long
And you still won't admit
That love makes us strong

Please just let someone in
Let them fill up that hole
And the bleeding will stop
Hasn't that been your goal?

And when you finally fall
On that rose covered bed
Your blood won't be seen
For they're already red

There's this look in your eyes
And this sense of distress
It's hard to tell
But this seems like success

But still even now
On that rose pedaled path
I ask what you see
And you still tell me wrath

This is a companion piece to Paper Hearts. Once again, this has nothing to do with me or anyone else; it just is.