She stepped into a garden with roses galore
She was looking for one, but just needed more
And then she found two, dazzling in sight
Whom puffed up their petals with all their might
Rose One was nostalgic and hated Rose Two
Happy moments were memorable, but only few
Rose Two was two-faced, but made her glad
All she wanted was to not be sad
She took both because she couldn’t decide
She thought she was happy, but at home she cried
She was confused, she had the rose
Was it not the right one she had chose?
Overwhelmed with sadness and pain
She knew one rose could only reign
She looked at her hands, deciding which rose would win
When she saw the thorn that had torn her bloodied skin.
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC
She stepped into a garden with roses galore
She was looking for one, but just needed more
And then she found two, dazzling in sight
Whom puffed up their petals with all their might
Rose One was nostalgic and hated Rose Two
Happy moments were memorable, but only few
Rose Two was two-faced, but made her glad
All she wanted was to not be sad
She took both because she couldn’t decide
She thought she was happy, but at home she cried
She was confused, she had the rose
Was it not the right one she had chose?
Overwhelmed with sadness and pain
She knew one rose could only reign
She looked at her hands, deciding which rose would win
When she saw the thorn that had torn her bloodied skin.
This was the 11th poem I’ve ever written, created on 5/27/23