Roses and Thorns

by mandaceehb

We laughed then, in silence

And i noted to myself

That it was the first time I’d heard any happiness in his voice

Gently, he rolled up his sleeve

And showed me the tattoo 

On the inside of his wrist

Dark ink intermingling with blue veins

I saw a rose

With differing shades of black and grey-

The most beautiful thing I’d seen


In a trance-like manner

I asked him

Why a rose

And he smiled sadly

And told me

That like roses

People were beautiful at first

But when they wilted and died

They would lose their worth