Roses

As people say...
Every rose has its thorn...
But the thorns might not hurt you...
With a little love and hope...
You may someday see...
That it will no longer...
Poke you nor hurt you...
For you have found its beauty and pain...
You will no longer be...
The person you were...
Selfish and arrogant...
So let it all go behind...
And turn over a new leaf and start anew...
To change the person you were.