Deep Soul, Deep Sound

I love this song

This is my poem called “like Roses”

The winds flows like a breeze across a forest.
The woodland creatures  go off this end that end, trying to find themselves a home but in the end they just end up hibernating in a disgustingness called society. 
Society… I try and try to be part of society but I can’t seem to make myself conform, I’m not a pokemon. I’m not Ditto. I can’t just shape myself to become your lock and key.
I can’t induce myself to take the right form, and function effects structure
Structure determines function and now this is a biology lesson, I’m teaching you how to live… 
Life.
Life is hard.
Life is like a box of chocolates but these chocolates are molded and decaying and they don’t taste good anymore but we still have to eat’em because we bought.
We bought’em with the money of our sweated brow and calloused hands that you just seem to wrap me around because I want to, I like it.
But I don’t know why I like it, it’s just my human nature see cause my nurture brought me up to love unconditionally but my nature wants to love everything around me… even though it hurts. 
You’re a rose.
I pick you up without picking off these thorns so my hands remain bloodied and battled-scarred but I still can’t seem to let go. 
Beautiful rose why do you hurt me so? Why do you make my heart constantly bleed, while your vines wrap around my spirit and my soul cutting me up, shredding me into pieces and now my identity can’t be taken by anybody.
Beautiful Rose, I can’t tell whether or not you’re red or white, whether or not your color has been tainted by other things in the world, you just seem purple. Don’t know if it’s dark blood or just the darkness that consumes you cause darkness isn’t real it’s just the absence of light in the world, why is there an absence of light in my world, and why is there an absence of light in yours? 
Why can’t we just light each other up?
Spark each other each other up like we are different lighters, bring light.
We are torches meant to come together to link up and light up our worlds but we can’t seem to light anything up see, I’m dull.
I’m not a sharpened edge, I can’t cut through your darkness anymore like I use to. 
I’m just a butter knife trying to be a dagger, a short sword trying to be a claymore and you’re just explosive. 
You just, You just blow up and don’t feel anything in the end because you just use up all your fire.
You’re cold, absence of heat. Nothing more, everything less but I wanna heat you back up see, I wanna put energy into you
Thermo, going exothermic so you can be endothermic, take in my love like it’s something else.
It’s nutritious, it nourishes you. It can bring you like life.
No more death and decay just love,
Mercy,
Grace.
You can’t seem to sprinkle grace on anything you do and I try to do it for you but you don’t want to accept it because you think help from others is wrong. 
There is nothing wrong with accepting help when you don’t want it and I just want to give it because that’s just who I am.
I love to help you, I want to make you strong. I want to make you proud. I wanna make you this that and the third. But you don’t wanna be this, that and the Third,
you wanna be 1, 4, 5, 6, and 7.
But you see my Numerical scale stretches father then that, 
it covers everything, from -1 to positive infinity I can cover you and sprinkle you with everything you need.
You see cause I love you.