a poem about a rose made from pottery

unexpectedly wrote dis 4 my theater class bout a rose pottery which i made for an ex-gf. u might wondering why i have it, reason is i took it back when she left and broke my heart. then i realized...

There you sit, still, as beautiful as ever.  The rays of the king Sun makes you look as elegant as a queen can be.  Even with a few scars, your body still exceeds perfectness.  It took me countless hours to attain your beauty, and endless battles to win your ownership.  But you were meant for someone else, someone that truly deserves your purpose, so I'll surrender you once again...

Author's Note

i'll post a picture of the rose, when i find it in my harddrive, i ve given the rose back to the only person that knows its true purpose and worth...

Reviews

[tza]

hehe thank you..: ) sure will...

[the in between]

sweet poem :) i like the imagery of the girl your talking about and the rose. great but sad ending. Thanks for sharing and keep writing friend!