Rose
Another poem made for an English assignment. I dedicate this to Mr.Romero, because when I look at my poems before I took your class, and the ones after, I know you've really helped me improove. I mean, I can't write crap angst forever, now can I?So beautiful, this flower
Adorned with sharp green swords
So elegant, its blossoms
Black and soft, so forlorn
Wrapped among itself
A shy maiden, it appears
You don't notice its weapons
Till they've stabbed your hands, throat, eyes, ears
it drinks your blood
Till it is full up
You should have stayed away
It sit's there, dangerous in its pose
Innocent sweet attacker
how beautiful, this flower
Which could only be a rose
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