u chose the rose
despite the thorns
over my painless stem
u chose the rose
despite the distance
over my convenience
u chose the rose
for her beauty
out doing my
blemished state.
u chose the rose
for she was such
a flower with love
and i am just nothing
but a glint of joy.
YOU ARE READING
to move on
Poetrylet the pen run wild as it tell the tale about u and me but never us. genre: (not so) poetry // english
