Rose

A/N: I thought it would be funny to write a poem where someone was compared with a rose but in a bad way. And somehow, this came out. 


He often tells me that his love is like a rose.

And I think “No kidding, boy, you sure hit it on the nose”.

Sure, she’s pretty and she smells so lovely too.

But her personality is her thorns, that vengeful, spiteful shrew.


 

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