My Apologies to RoseA Poem by B
I see you there everyday
At the window to be seen All you see are your thorns But what I see is the bright red and the smell Oh, what a wonderful sent You think yourself no higher then a daisy But you are the best in the shop However, I am but a shopkeeper So, I know we will part With a Rose so sweat Who would not buy? And with the slight chance you still sit at the window I may just take you in As my Rose But till then, I cannot My Apologizes to Rose © 2012 B |
StatsAuthorBAboutThis is B. I hate writing. But I love stories. I feel writing implies the guiding of the characters. But stories, just happen. So, that is all I will ever post. Yes, literally it is writing, but I a.. more..Writing
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