The Rose

 The rose kills me

But I need it for protection

it fights the mean 

and the hurt of rejection

 

I don't know how to put it

It cuts me with its thorns

and of coarse you're not afraid

you've never seen the horns

 

You see, I am the rose

sly and secretive

you never know what I'll do

so you have to be observative

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

nice job. i really loved that poem, the depiction of the picture. good luck to you with the contest!!!

[visions of doom]

aah tis a challenge that ye are but roses are so sweet and romantic and yer good self so innocent , be proud of yourself , its a good job ye have done here .