My Rose That Grew From Concrete

It's like a rose blossoming in my chest, Sometimes the thorns hurt or keep me away But the caress of the petals on my skin still send electricity through my core, Only you could ever do that to me. It's been months since I've allowed myself to gaze at you the way I used to. You stand before me in pain, Life's thorns pressed deeply into your sides. But darling, am I strong enough to pull them all out? People think I'm strong enough to save you But what people think and what I can actually do are two very different things. I want to save you, I want to be the one to dig you up from your place in this concrete hell, To free your root system from this toxic soil. My love could be a fresh spring rain, Wash away the worries and pain that has collected on your beautiful petals through the years. You could use me to free yourself from this wasteful disdain. We could make love, Put our souls to peace And let our cares drift and fade like the spring gives way to winter's cold hand. We could live out our days, Lost on horizontal plains forever hidden away From the bitter pasts we both somehow helped create Yet assisted in making sure all of our demons were slain. I could be your beauty and you could be my beast, We could make this work. The harmony to a melody, We would fit like a perfectly constructed puzzle piece. We Could We Would But Will We? You're the only one who can take care of me No one else can fix me You know more than I like to admit You're my rose who grew from concrete I'll be your Camellia, blooming when you least expect it I'll remain ever green even after you've lost your petals and gone dormant We'll grow side by side Our root systems twisted and mingled Like our heart strings We'll huddle in the pouring rain Raise our petals to the blazing sun Be trampled on yet rise again in rebellious refrain I love you thorns I love your petals I love your roots But most of all, I love you