Obedient Bunny

Sadness blooms in my heart

Like a rose thorn pricks your finger

Sadness pricks my heart

In both cases blood trickles out

Drip by drip, dollop by dollop

Until your shirt is covered

You look down and ask “How did that happen?”

Well did you miss the signs?

The thorn is sharp

Sadness is relentless

Should you have realized what the outcome would be?

Or are you trying to make the best of it

And deny the pain, while your shirt turns red

And then your tears mix with the blood

And it turns pink-ish, that’s not so bad, right?

Pink is better than red

But when you look close

You still see the prick of the thorn in your finger

And you still feel that sadness that pricked your heart.