The Secret of the Rose

In a field of flowers, she was a weed.
The 1% of the population.
A broken heart that was in need
A beautiful creation.

The Rose was loved and admired.
For the beautiful petals she wore.
All the different flowers she desired,
Simply a deflowered w***e.

The thorns covered in strangers blood
Hugging her oh so thin stem.
Surrounded by many different flowers
The thorns pointing at them.

Each time she planted a touch
With kindness the flowers were torn.
The pain was just too much
The sharpness of the thorn.

With jealousy of the Roses beauty
The weed wanted to become a rose.
But being another flower comes with a price
That no one ever knows.

Each flower has its weakness
And burden of its own.
But also a uniqueness
Even if not shown.




 

Reviews

[J.R.H.]

I've seen a lot of poems about roses. I thought this would be cliche, but instead, it was completely... unique! Good read!

[Black Rose]

Thank you!

[FREE_BIRD]

good,nicely said inspire the beauty as it is its own

[Black Rose]

Thank you!