Blue Rose
I picked a rose on the side of the road
It was bright red
Like the blood that in my veins flowed
More alive than the life I led
More perfect it could not get
So I took it home with me
Loved it with everything I had
I wanted to preserve it's beauty
Make sure no harm would come to thee
I took care of every leave and thorn
Thought that with time eventually
Some form of love would be born
But thy love like thou met an early demise
Oh rose, red rose, my blue rose in disguise
Copyright © Shagesa Mattheeuw | Year Posted 2016
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