A Waste of Beauty

Rose Petal,

Rose Petal,

Does he love me?

Does he love me not?

Rose Petal,

Rose Petal,

Does he think of me?

Does he think of me not?

Rose Petal,

Rose Petal,

Does he see me?

Does he see me not?

Rose Petal,

Rose Petal,

Am I pretty

Or am I not!

Rose Petal,

Rose Petal,

Do I even exist!

Rose Petal,

Rose Petal,

Now my garden’s picked dry.

Pretty petals no more.

All is left are jaded thorns.

Should have used my roses for more.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

Good work. Jaded and faded. Full of regret and hindsight wisdom. We have all been there.
Dont feel too bad about it.

[Chris]

Sigh, ya know - thorns also count?