RosesDespite their intriguing beauty, even roses carry thorns. A beauty beyond rational sense. So much that despite being aware of these thorns, you won't hesitate to pick them up anyway, may causing you to shed a drop of blood. But once in your hands, worth the pain and effort. Hurt or not, there's no regret, no second thought. Forgiven and forgotten now that you're able to embrace its beauty. Watching its grace grow every moment you lay your eyes on it. Until it reaches the peak of its memorable life that seemed so everlasting, but now fading its colors. Whithering away slowly, 'til it becomes what it once was. Nothing.
A heartOnce upon a time there was this heart.It carried a gentle, kind warmth surrounding it.Beating, with a soothing and calm pace, relaxing those who attempted to listen.Beating with fixed shattered pieces of pain, which forgiven but never forgotten.Beating with peaks of happiness, that will always live on in his memories.A listed history of peaks and depths.Pain made it grow stronger, teaching him lessons about life.Love made it realize why it's beating in the first place, what he's doing this for.A heart appearing strong, but in reality fragile.As a china-vase painted with a steel-coating.Engraved with beauty and grace, but at the same time tears and fear.A balance of both grace and deface. Tears it once shed now turned into wisdom, understanding and compassion.'Causing it to have no regrets, as every loss has it's gain.It's constantly beating, it never stops until' the day he dies.As a working machine constantly going on until it loses its purpose.The general beating of th