“To you, my dear

and you
you are like a rose
so beautiful
so gorgeous

with a colour so bright
like a sunshine
and a smell so sweet and kind
like an opium

i had privilege
to come close
and to touch your leafs
and to kiss your petals

i gave you a light to grow
to blossom
i gave you love to shine
to rise up to the sky


but every rose has thorns
and i came to close
and you stabbed me
through my heart

just to protect yourself
you left me bleeding
weak and small
while i was just a bird that sings your song

(and now i wait
and now i hope
that one day
you will put your thorns away again

and i will be able to come closer again)
”
— Bea(trice)