I am a Rose

I am a rose, seen for my unreal appearance, not for what is within...

Killer lies, killer truths

Killer smile, killer youth

Hearts are played like a tooth

Once chipped 

Wriggled down

Never to raise the crown

Killer lies, killer truths

Killer smile, killer youth

Higher highs, lower lows

You may come, I may go

No one quite knows how to know

Faced with love

Strike and pose

Born to prose

Blossoming

Like a rose

MId-spring ratifying air

Come to me

All bare

Decaying in abstract composure

Rays of dark shadows

Hue of hate

Poisoned by the bittersweet 

Aftertaste 

Decaying in abstract composure

Spreading love is the goal

We are told

How can we make those we are given to

Happy

When our mere presence does not satisfy ourselves?

We do make people happy

But why?

For our unprofound appearance?

For the things we are not?

Killer lies, killer truths

Killer smile, killer youth

Seen for the delicacy of our petals

The pastoral malevolent dyes 

Bathed and soaked

"Beautiful"

Are we? Are we really?

Am I? am I really?

"Appealing to the eyes"

Spreading love and joy 

With the group of others

Who share the same chore

What a bore

It disgusts us,

Happiness

A selfish thing it is

The way we belong to others 

Bluntly passed on from one hand

To another

Clustered in a crowd

Of insignificant significant others

Dandelions, Orchids, Lilies…

Not good enough

We share the same refuge

Not the same look

Same drink

Not the same book

Poisoning each other

Suffocating on the carbon dioxide 

Of their repugnant air

How can we belong to others

When we aren't allowed to belong to ourselves?

How can one make people happy

When they are far from it themselves?

The colors

What grabs them in

The smell 

What pulls them further

The shell

They are tricked

We are not raw

We are not what we're supposed to be

We have been created

Manipulated 

Slipped off of the hands of God

To the hands of 

idiots

Who think, 

we

are not 

good enough.

A symbol of love; i am.

given when love is asked for

I need love

I ask for it

but

Do i need myself?

i am not asked for

i am a rose.

i give me,

to me

I am a gift

Far from the others

Averting the tranquilizing spiral alignment our petals form

The pungent smell of our core

that designates 

each of us

from the other

I am a rose

Born to prose

Not gone with the others

I give myself to myself

I am loved.

I am special.

I am a rose. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Eden Reabelle]

I love the words you chose.
I love the way you describe.
This is pure art.
You've left me speechless.

A f*****g masterpiece.

-E