written from the soul

Rose

The rose lays in a pretty clear vase
A vase that is now foggy because of its age
As the pretty rose loses its color
You look into finding another
Because the rose isn't as pretty as before
The quality is now poor
This rose was once the loveliest anyone has ever seen
Loved so well with a vase so clean
You talked to this rose in the day and night
Making sure it was always alright
With time you started to let it go
Causing the rose not to grow
The plant lacked love
The stem getting weaker and not as tough
The rose begins to wither
And you begin to become bitter
You begin to look for something new
Something new that stuck out to you
You find a prettier rose
A rose that is better than the one you once held close
You put the old rose in a trash
And replace it in almost a flash
The poor rose is now alone
Not fit to survive on its own
Having no home
Because a rose isn't as pretty when it isn't treated with love
To you the rose will never be enough