You resembles a thorny rose
If I had been aware of its thorn
maybe I wouldn't have plucked it
But now that I've already picked it up
And breathed its fragrance
Letting go of this rose would rend my heart
with pain worse than a wound oozing fresh blood
from my hand
No matter who you are, I don't care
I believe the you right now is the true you
Just like the me right now who is really am
Nothing else matters
Friday, June 17, 2011
Nothing Else Matters
