Once Upon a White Rose

There it sits on my shelf, so delicate and forever in bloom. As white as snow and as beautiful as a white plastic rose can be. It never dies and it never ages but when i stop to look and see, all i can think about is that night with you and me. Such a beautiful thing to represent something so hated, such a beautiful thing to represent something i would much rather forget, and yet i wonder why i have not yet burned it or thrown it away for the memories. They remain unhindered. you used to say as long as the rose blooms you would love me, but now i see thats a lie for it still blooms and all you talk about it your hatred for me. Alas although i hear you say you hate me i also hear the truth, when your at school where i cannot go for i go to another, you go on and on about how you love me, yet you cannot tell me hence. And sad to say that even if you did say to me i could not say it back for i love another and to tell you i love you would be a lie. So here i sit and gaze upon this sad and awful truth and here i sit and gaze upon this beautful rose in bloom.

Reviews

[Kaiodem]

Awh, this poem really hit hard. Good job with the rhyming and the descriptions. I could feel all the emotions that this poem gave off, and the word choice! My oh my, the word choice stole my breath away, just saying. They remain unhidered--love this line.

[Crow]

A wonderfully poetic story from the heart of young love and truth; well penned.