She opened the door finding only her
Perfect rose.
Everyday she opens the big oak door to find another
Perfect rose.
If only she knew that
I went to the field at night to find her the
Perfect rose.
If only she knows that
I were the one giving her the
Perfect rose.
I always said
The perfect rose
For the perfect girl.
If only she knew
I were there.
If only she
loved me back.
If only she didn't throw the
Perfect rose
Into the
Imperfect trash.
That's when I realized there is no such thing as
Perfect roses
There is only
Imperfect trash.
So what did you guys think of my poem? It's not edited but I wanted to post it. Enjoy!
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