Rose

When I try to speak, it feels like knots fraying at the ends

I guess learning how to stop that leaves you burns on your bare hands

Gripping tightly, pulling close, all that's left turns into prose

Whatever happens, often forgotten

Seen with glasses tinted rose

It's a sight, so I've been told, both a blessing and a curse

But to me, it's plain and easy, it's just how I chose to cope

Finding good in where it's not, being hurt when giving trust

But god, do I know just how this thing goes

Seen with glasses tinted rose

I have grown a little older, I have learnt a little more

Finally getting a hold of what prevented me before

I might be lucky, might have known how exactly I have grown

But whatever happens

Hope it's not forgotten

Or seen with glasses

Tinted rose