Rose

 

She was a rose

Full of desire.

With her vibrant pedals

And eyes filled with fire.

 

Everyone wanted her

Yet she never was bought.

For she wanted to be chosen

By the one she had sought.

 

After some time,

She was claimed

By the one she thought loved her

Though to him, a game.

 

At first she was healthy,

Not a wilt to be seen.

But once she was was alone with him

His true colors had intervened.

 

He let her wilt

“ killing a weed.”

And he didn’t begin to understand

He also killed a seed.