The Rose is Fine

Oh rose, you are fine,

You did what you wanted to do.

If you have bled;

That is okay,too!

Because in the end

It is you who got to choose

By whom it was going to be.

And I am quite sure

It was all worth it.

So don't regret

Your bed of "crimson joy".

The society,

Which secretly conditions

To think your virginity and honor

synonymous,

Which calls you sick

For fulfilling your need of love,

Is toxic,

Not ready to accept

The basic individual rights.

So bloom up rose.

Bloom to prove them all wrong;

Bloom with all your scars;

It makes you all the more beautiful.

Who says that you need

To be perfect,normal or conforming

To be beautiful?

Don't be ashamed!

Your "dark secret love" is your choice

And most importantly

It DOES NOT make your life destroyed.