The rose stood alone,
With no where else to go.
Don't bother asking how he is-
He won't answer-
He'll never know.
Rosemary tries to comfort him
But it didn't go well.
She tried to get him out of his shell.
With every attempt to pick rose up,
He only fell.
Lily didn't know what to do.
Would never talk of sugar cane-
Only told rose the truth.
But Lily dis try to tell rose,
He's gotta make it through.
Every flower kept their head up in hope to help him feel better
But they only made it worse,
And Rose only got redder.
His thorns began to sharpen,
Plugged ears he didn't listen.
Rose became rude but deep down he was quite smitten.
Sitting in the garden with no place to go.
The little rose lied himself down,
Leaving something new for everyone to know,
Speaking on behalf of his other friends,
He was never alone.
Sep. 25, 2019
Karina Sabo
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Poetic Problem Book I
Poetrya bunch or poetry and short stories (mostly sad ones) written by me. ^^ #900 in poems for 2019 Completed! Check out book II ^^
