~Rose~

A blood red rose of beauty,

In a small vase oh so shiny,

sitting on a glass table 

in the suns glory.

Yet it is also dangerous,

its murderous bloody color,

stabbing you with its knife like thorns

causing you such horrid pain.

The beauty of the rose lies. 

Its pain is real

and its meaning,

 is always different.

Author's Note

No one ever thinks of both sides of an object. Weather its a cookie, or a rose. This poem shows kinda how observant I am.

Reviews

[ducky(:]

Thanks very much! It means a lot to hear people like what i do:)

[Broken Hearted Faux]

You're right. You did see both sides, and showed it very well in here. =) I loved it. Keep it up