Queen n Ivy


The Meaning of a Rose
March 19, 2013, 10:42 pm
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This is one of my first poems I wrote.

Life is nothing but a rose.

With a stem as great as Mt. Rushmore;

You may find thorns,

That can prick with just one touch.

You may think its beautiful,

Like nothing you’ve ever seen before

But never should you trust

The petals that stare deep into your eyes

The petals that one by one fall

As each day goes by-

The last petal falls–

Now kiss it goodbye.

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