A Paper Rose
Who named the rose the flower of Love?
Or is it the flower of passion or maybe undying lust?
Was there anyone who wasn't pricked by its thorns?
Wasn't there anyone who wasn't fooled by its beauty?
Wasn't there ever a wife who tasted the salt of her tears
to the betrayal of a husband's lover?
Wasn't there ever a lover who opened the diary of life
to find the wrinkled red petal of years still in waiting
What is the rose,except the scent of imagination
choking with the fragrance of never be mine
What's in a name?Who is the rose?Who baptised this flower?
the flower of seasons,the flower who lives in the rough
hiding its nakedness of pain in delicate and strong
All a rose ever will be is a birthed flower which breeze in the feeling of
'You are so special' till you realise,all that you have in your hand is,was
A PAPER ROSE.
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