Rambling Rose
You live for empty pleasures
They fade through each new song,
I finally see the big picture
You were weak, not strong.
I was young looking for guidance
Impressionable and quite rare,
But wolves in sheep's clothing
Can't love, for their lives are barely there.
Weeds grow in anything
But rambling roses grow on vines,
Their thorns protect all that’s around
Guarding their gates from the intruding kind.
All you were was temporary
A stumbling block for the time,
But what’s a mountain in your way
After you decide to climb.
I was young looking for guidance,
Impressionable and quite rare,
But wolves in sheep's clothing
can't love, for their lives are barely there.
They can never destroy a rambling rose
For they are made strategically rare
They can never blossom or unfold
For their lives were never there.
By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 7-11-12
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