Some people are so busy thorning,
they can't smell the roses in the morning.
They wake up on the wrong side of the bed,
with a bunch of hate and crap in their head.
Before they hit the door,
their negative behinds almost hit the floor,
and there's more,
they only think about evening the score,
until they do,
they walk around all day sore.

Don't cringe,
all they think about is hate and revenge.
Knock, knock,
come in peace of mind,
love and forgive and you'll find,
the roses smell great,
when your nose isn't stopped up with hate.
You'll be in a flower garden of roses,
no dumb stupid supposes,
just all love proposes.
And if you get stuck,
you'll still have much better luck.

I can not believe what love has done for me,
love had a lot of nerve setting my heart and soul free.
Here I sit on a bed of thorns,
had many pricks from the bulls horns.
But I beg your pardon,
as I walk through this rose garden.
I suffer no thorn pain,
so I guess I'll remain.

OnepoetGem