Selfish

The destruction of beauty held to tight

 

Roses with petals so soft,

One by one, I plucked them off.

Each were mine, I held them tight.

They each died for I shared no light.

Rather, each one’s beauty was marred,

By a grip that crushed my petals hard.

And when I opened my hand to see,

I discarded what I had ruined for me.

Author's Note

Holding to tightly to what we cherish...and the results.

Reviews

[SnailMadness]

i think this poem is execellent and it holds the truth you did a good job

[Viper]

Ahh.I liked the rhyming in this one.You should rhyme more often.You done a great job of it.

[malmal412]

btw, i noticed u entered this into the random poem contest

i also entered lol

i wish u the best of luck in the contest..
i'll be hopin u win 1st place

[malmal412]

wow..

really good. can't wait to read more of ur stuff.

[Rad!0Act!v3 T3ddyB3ar Z..]

Yes...very good and the message is true