A Rose
She was full of life, and as radiant as a rose.
She was strong, nothing could touch her.
Until one day she met someone.
Thinking they would be perfect together, she
put her guard down, taking a chance.
She was happy, for awhile.
Now she sits there, frail and wilting.
Watching the world pass her by.
Once a beautiful rose, full of color and energy,
now she just sits, waiting for the end of time.
Copyright © Laura Geedy | Year Posted 2005
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment