A Rose

A Rose

Every rose has thorns on it,
Them thorns are mt pain,
They make you bleed if you touch them,
Hurting you by the touch,
Showing you the littlest thing can hurt you,
The rose will die or turn black ,
we do the same but we dont turn black we get depressed
or sad
Every person has a heart but a rose ,
has petals that fall to the ground,ours just gets broken or cut,