| Blood red petals full of morning dew. When the sun shows me it's light my limbs extend to you. My stem long and green. All my parts work like a team. I get planted in the spring, then I grow after a clean rain shower. Beams of light shoot sharply at my flower petals. People want to confine me in pots or kettles. I stand here in a jug. I don't rely on mud, I rely only on ones blood. As my thorns reach out with gleam, so you can fall into my scheme. You scream when you touch me. Then you throw me away. Fool, I didn't tell you to pluck me. Let me stand out here, I promise my thorns won't interfere. This is home a place that I hold so dear to my heart. I'm dying in the fall, so why do you wan't to tear me and my family apart? My thorns were sharp when I pricked you with such force. Keep on attacking me friend, I can make those cuts worse. I keep growing while you kept bleeding, curiousuty is what is stopping you from breathing. As my poison keeps seathing out of your existance. Dont show any resistance, that's the key. I stung you not the bee. I am to be cherished, not sold for a fee! Don't yell at me! Blame the man who told you that roses were for free! Written by: Roberta Rosa Roetry from the Heart Productions Roro Productions (c)2000. |
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