"Garden of Nails In a Bed of Roses"
The brutal dance
Of keeping life in a trance
An elegance
With each painful step
Driving the nails deeper
With such a grotesque snap
Yet, you keep a smile
Almost as if painted
Onto your tortured face
But I can see the tears
Running down
Your weathered cheeks
Showing me that true beauty
Only comes
From heartbreak
And defeat
For only roses grow
In your shadow's golden glow
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33-year-old poet and author, from Michigan. I listen to music way too loud and procrastinate about getting any work done. https://linktr.ee/wilobru666
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