Fire of Roses


Fire Of Roses

The sweet female fragrance
Fills my unworthy nose
Followed by flames of arrogance
Sparks the fire of the rose

Every rose is covered in thorns
Protecting itself from others
As each devil masks its horns
Every demon has a mother

Rose’s colors do vary
As do the sins each comment
Every beauty has something scary
With dangerously hidden content

Roses know their own game
Hate watching others gain
What they believe is their fame
Till each rose lives in vain

The fire of roses will always burn
For each are selfish with their desire
None of which they can ever earn
As each calls the other a liar

Using their beauty and scent
To destroy a rival’s hope
Never to feel bad or repent
As they tighten the emotional rope

The fire of roses can only end
When one is finally plucked
Once they have lost their only friend
Will they realize all was fucked.

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About shoelessboywonder

Poet and cook, I'm just starting out in the web world trying to grow a fan base for my poetry, it seems like its off to a good start and the site is also made for me to improve upon my writing skills so please rate and comment on the poems you like best, feedback is the greatest way to success thanks for checking me out and my site. View all posts by shoelessboywonder

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