The Unfeeling Rose

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A breeze blows,
the moon looks down on you
Can you walk through the sea of roses,
without wishing to be one of them?

They look content enough,
basking in the gentle moonlight
Their crimson hue,
looking more like blood now than ever

If you touched a petal,
would your finger look as if it had been pricked?
Would the deep scarlet shade,
stain your ivory skin?

If a rose can bleed,
does it have a heart?
Can it feel your sorrow,
if it hears your cries?

I am not a rose,
but such questions,
may be asked of me...
am I so unfeeling?

Maybe the blood is only on the outside,
maybe there is no heart,
or maybe there is,
one that tries to ignore your cries...

but can't....