Roses
Tuesday, February 22nd, 2005 @ 10:55
Tags: poems
Half-bloomed roses
One blue, one white
You knew I liked them
And you got one each
Dead roses
Withered and dried
That’s what they’ve become
As the years pass
Forsaken roses
Too ugly, too painful
Each look brings hurt
That was inflicted by you
nice poem. sad that it’s kinda changed how u feel bout flowers. I actually do like flowers, except that my cats always eat it and then they throw it up, and then I have to clean it. lol.