You are a rose,
So beautiful, so inviting.
You satin petals reach out with love
And comfort, it's enticing.
You are carefree,
You blow with the breeze,
You're mature and in your prime,
Filled with languidity and ease.
At least that's what I thought,
Untill I reached out to hold you,
Taking aback, with a handful of thorns,
You're not the person I once knew.
Yes, you're red, but not lovely,
You're like the blood running from my hand,
Streaking my skin, making me cry, you just
Throw in more salt and sand.
I snap your stem and find
That you're very hideous inside,
Not a beauty, but a beast,
Under this mask of beauty you hide.
What made you a rotting blossom,
Some events in your life?
What made you think it's okay,
To taunt me with that knife
You call a tounge,
You're such a damn bully,
You take over this entire garden,
I'll never understand fully,
Why you hog the sunlight and water,
When you're time is almost up.
I'm snow white m'am,
A new blosson in town, that's what's up!
And I'm not taking this shit anymore,
It's my turn to shine.
You're last petal is falling,
Deal with it bitch, you're all out of time.