





Once upon a rosebush
Grew a rose so deep and red
Blossoming to perfection
Always coming out ahead
Then one day the perfect man
Couldn’t resist her seeming grace
He cut her off the vine that day
Placed her on his mantle in a vase
For a while she bloomed brighter
Her petals soft as velvet
His prized rose, to be sure
Her smell as sweet as chocolate
And all her friends still on the vine
Envied her place upon that shelf
She enjoyed pleasing the man
Thought she was fulfilling herself
But it was only a short time
When her first petal fell
She thought no one would notice
And she vowed not to tell
And then her petals hardened
Became brittle to the touch
All the sudden other roses
Didn’t envy her so much
She turned from red to black
From soft to hard and course
No longer was she pretty
But crumbling with remorse
Her petals fell like snow now
Leaving her cold and so alone
No more moisture in her eyes
Her heart turned to silent stone
Then one day he took her down
She questioned without response
He threw her brittle remains away
The rose nobody wants
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