used to tell myself
there's no love for men like me in the world
we ain't much to look at
but our thoughts too deep to look in
souls broken invisible at a very tender age
what we've seen deprived of our faith in humanity
psychopaths they labelled us
then I found a rose
at a dark rainy day I found a rose
had second thoughts on looking at it
but still I did
carried it home
treated it with ample care
for it was the only thing that was neither black
nor white in life
the rose brought life and happiness into me
started to believe in good and love again
but then the rose found a florist
one who knew to care for it better than I can
ever be
and so the red rose left
and the pit I was in before
sunk by a foot
the pain that was before was renewed
should've listened to my instinct
the world is only black and white
all the others won't do me right
©peakynate
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