I wonder when
Things started to change
I used to be so different
But now that's just a footprint
In the history of mistakes
From love and hate
I've learned from them
But it was just the stem
Of a Rose that would bloom
Into an inevitable doom
The strong scent burned my nose
And there were thorns on that Rose
They pricked me over and over again
And my nose also got damage taken
Permanent damage that can't be undone
Are you done now Rose? You've had your fun.
You ruined my life
Yet you still continue to cause me strife.
Because somehow, somehow, you keep pricking me again, and burning my nose.
You cruel, horrible, sadistic Rose.
YOU ARE READING
My Poem Book
Poetrythis is where I will write poems about what is going on in my life. sad poems, happy poems, how's my day going poems,etc. if you dare criticize me for my feelings than you better watch your back. Cuz I'll get my revenge. somehow.....
