Paper Cut Eyes

Rose

Hey guys, I wouldn't call this a poem, but it's something I really want to say.

This is dedicated to Athena 1029 for supporting my writing and even making my day yesterday.

Rose

Don't let go

of your dreams and desires,

even less of your talents and hopes.

For rose only blooms once in it's short existence,

before wind sweeps beauty and life away all the same.

Yet through wind and storm

the rose may fight,

to keep each coloured pedal intact.