Here is the rose I was telling you about...
not much, but I really wanted you to have it
The petals, curvy, firm, soft and smooth
Just like you as red as the heart can be...
'This is all you can give me!
Is that all you can say?
Why do you have to be such a damn weirdo all the time?
Why don't you just say what you really need to say? '
'oh okay...'
'uuh okay?
Is that all you know how to say, uh okay?
Why don't you open up like that stupid rose you're giving me? '
So I finally snapped back to reality
So I had a premonition, perhaps wondering?
I had to pick one carefully
I just had a thought so, painfully
It was like the end of the stem was pointy
Then through the heart, penetrating
Sliding it out very slowly
Killing me with every prick, emotionally...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem