The Rose

I picked you up as I saw you laying down away from all of the rest, a beautiful red rose away from its set, I picked you up with no thorns, your touch was so soft and so gentle, made me not regret the time when I stopped to pick you up from the floor.

Just the sight of you brought me happiness, you were a rose like no other, a beautiful red rose that shined among the rest.

You were a garden of a single rose that always kept blooming in infinite ways,

And to me you were:

R - Rare - The the rarest treasure I have ever found.

O - One - The one and only in my life.

S - Support         - For the support that always had me.

E - Eternal life - For an eternal lifetime, you gave me your heart.

You remained bright and beautiful and made me everything, from happy to proud, and you made me a rose, a rose that grew in my lungs, and even though it was as beautiful as you, I couldn't breath..

When I tried to pick you, it made my hands bleed

From the thorns you have learned to grow

Poisoning my weary heart. from head to toe

You have buried your roots into my heart and with it, came down the toxic, the toxic that I did not think you had from the day I picked you.

From the beautiful red, soft and gentle rose that was with me

To the black, gloomy and thorny rose that stayed with me

Leaving me bleeding from the thorns you've grown

With the toxic that pulled down from the roots you have planted

In the heart that you have severed

Should have left you from where I picked you.

Reviews

[Stacy Purvis]

This is quite lovely. I just love roses. The flow is nice, the message...so endearing.

[Joey Nizz]

Roses are beautiful, their petals are just wonderful.

[Najam Us Saher]

Nicely expressed your emotions in the form of a story. I truly liked the symbolism of rose.

[Joey Nizz]

Thank you Najam :)

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome ☺