i heard you like bedtime stories:
once upon a time,
there was a rose.
she wore silky white dresses,
drank tea with lots of sugar,
read about Greek philosophers,
spoke in a dozen different languages.
it wasn’t until the thorns began to grow on her that people feared her.
a statue, she stood, in the town’s market.
“un peu de tendresse,
un peu d’amour,
aimez la belle rose!”
would you like to save the rose?
would you like to be her?
a yellow rose?
(make friends out of statues)
or a red rose?
(love every drop of life)
possibly white?
(kindness.)
“la tendresse me sauvera.”
but it was tenderness that wilted her.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
i heard you like bedtime stories:
once upon a time,
there was a rose.
she wore silky white dresses,
drank tea with lots of sugar,
read about Greek philosophers,
spoke in a dozen different languages.
it wasn’t until the thorns began to grow on her that people feared her.
a statue, she stood, in the town’s market.
“un peu de tendresse,
un peu d’amour,
aimez la belle rose!”
would you like to save the rose?
would you like to be her?
a yellow rose?
(make friends out of statues)
or a red rose?
(love every drop of life)
possibly white?
(kindness.)
“la tendresse me sauvera.”
but it was tenderness that wilted her.
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