THE WET ROSE Drip drip silent tears dropped loud And could be | Poetry for your soul

THE WET ROSE

Drip drip silent tears dropped loud
And could be heard by anyone around
Yet she covers it with a smile
And no one bothers to go a mile
To find out the truth about her pain

The things that make her go insane 
All the thoughts that get her lost in her brain 
It's such a shame
A damsel in distress

Demons stayed in her heart
Till that was their new address 
Still she acts at her best
Stronger than the rest

Yet nobody sees 
This is someone that is begging for help please 
A Broken angel
Tormented like she is in hell
Too many fake friends 

Too many fake smiles
Heavy thoughts keep on trying to pile
But she refuses to break
Dreaming yet awake 
Begging for help

Like she is drowning in a lake 
She shows herself of with the best looks
Yet you cant read her like an open book
Look well and you can see her haunted eyes 
Hiding her pain in a disguise 

How can someone so beautiful cry
I guess flowers need rain sometimes
Every night before her eyes close
You begin to see the pain
Of a wet Rose....