The Rose

The Rose

deep in the core
the crack of existence
the depth of thoughts
the sight of things
grew a rose with no name

rooted out of sight
feed on time
patiently waited to surface
the point to be spotted
and labeled
deep down there somewhere
grew a rose with no name

water has been scarce
mental strains
particles combining
the form of it all, wait
this rose has no name
and it cannot be seen
people walk on it
with no knowledge of it's existence
deep down there somewhere
grew a rose with no name

sunlight would be vital
water would save it's life
an opening would let it be seen
in the shadows of others
positioned in a good place
the concrete is hard
there is no opening
deep down somewhere
grew a rose with no name

the symbol of love and affection to many
the scent to breeze your senses
without a peel
with petals galore
this will never be seen
this will never be touched
this will never stand tall
somewhere down there
grew a rose with no name

the beauty that showed slowly
the colour that took it's time to shine
the scent strong at close range
with thorns that attract
the name fell off
the crack cracked
life begun for it
well grounded
the rose with no name

time saw it patiently withstand all forces
all tests that prevented all this
petals growing bigger
the stem growing strong
thorns more sharper
the scent stronger
that rose with no name

it stood in the middle of the street
beautiful and strong
as life has been defined
stay humble in your lane
the concrete will not bring much pain
struggles and stresses will leave you pale
that rose with no name
is only known to the mirror

on the other side with green surroundings
lies a bunch of mates
that fell on the right side
the mirror said it all.

be bold to stand out
and beautiful to be spotted
well grounded with strength
thorns to protect
and the scent of direction
the rose that grew with no name
to many is known as YOU!
to the mirror known as ME!

the rose that grew with no name...