Roses

What I mean is
That we should face our demons
Though I suppose that's the very thing
That makes the monster in me real
And that appears to be
Exactly what you run from
And what of you?
You know me well
And what of you I think
My ability and determination
To hold on to those I love is endless
It's the little girl in me refusing to
Let go of the fairy tale
And when I see you next
I will bring you that rose
Because you're right
Roses represent all that is good
And that is exactly how I see you
In my eyes, that is simply enough