A Rose Poem by Hali Curtis

you pick it
you pluck it
you do what u wat with it
but once u pick it
it starts to die
seems very familar don't it?
just like our hearts
onces you pick it
you keep it 4 a lil while
u damage it peal by peal
till its gone
you throw it away
or u just use it for looks
maybe then throw it on the ground and stomp on it all day
Till one day you finda rose
you don't want to hurt
or even damage
its presious
its special
you can't bare to throw it
so beauitful and sweet
the smell lingers on ur fingers
by one simple touch
he or she has a heart like a fake rose to u
to you, you can't break it
its way too hard
you can't do it
even if u tried!