Cursed Rose

Just a random poem I came up with for some reason. This didn't really happen

Love has boundaries.

Love has limits at times.

Whenever we have a bad fight this rose’s petals fall.

As the rose petals fall our love fades.

As the days pass our love becomes more and more unstable.

We move farther and farther away from each other.

Our hearts that were once entwined starts to let go of one another.

Our hopes and dreams have left us.

This cursed rose of mine is dieing.

I wish this rose wasn’t cursed.

Oh this cursed rose makes my love life a living hell.

I should've never made that sorcerer mad and broke his heart.

Now I’m cursed with this cursed rose.

I am stuck with this cursed rose until I can get his forgiveness.