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.


 

My Favourite Flower Is the Rose

A/N: Somehow this originally free verse turned into a sonnet… guess I just looove structure 😄


My favourite flower is the simple rose,

And isn’t that dreadfully boring?

How ordinary isn’t it, to pick a rose?

When you in the rainforest could go exploring?

 

But I just love the rose, it cannot be helped,

It’s beauty is just so very simple,

So I stand here now, and I proudly state,

That yes, sir, the rose is my symbol.

 

 

So sweet a scent if you handle with care,

Though blood will flow if you do not.

There’s a reason the rose is a symbol of love,

Though I can still feel you call it boring in your thoughts.

 

But if the rose is so ordinary, so let it be,

 

But for me; complex beauty is all that I can see.