A rose bush is by my side,
ruby with droplets glistening wide;
I stare at it and wonder
why should it be beauty and love?
I despise this bush
and all its glory,
and I want to burn it
just so I don't have to see it.
Why must it mock me?
I don't understand.
I'm in pain
and it's mocking me.
What a cursed bush;
what a scornful flower;
what a hateful color;
what a pitiful idea.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PuisiPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
