The Shady Rose Poem by Amanda Shelton

You might like it if I was shady like you, I'd become something more than just your shadow. My thorns will no longer be soft and pliable, and my stem will forever be green and youthful. While you burnout, like the flame you are.

No longer am I nothing but a rose. My petals have fallen to the cold ground. My perfume has faded away, like every flower does.

Though year's have past few forgot my hue and glow. Nothing is lift but my shadow. I am the shady rose.