Tis A Curse

By rosemaiden

Everyone desires the rose
Thinking they have nothing to lose

She craves for love but nae
For if you embrace the rose you are pricked and gone away

Coated with thorns and painted in blood
Better to be cast in the mud

For beauty is she but alas
For what good is beauty without love's grasp

Cursed is she amongst all flower
Forever to wallow in sorrow

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Published on Tuesday, February 7, 2012. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Tis A Curse"

On Thursday, February 16, 2012, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...so sad from one so talented...you're a Rose without thorns & we all love you...
On Monday, February 20, 2012, rosemaiden (180) wrote:

I love you all too
A former member wrote: Very good. A good story in a good poem. Can you add a picture with a poem? A picture of a rose would be like whipped cream and a cherry on top.
On Wednesday, February 8, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

So the greatest beauty comes with the price of pain perhaps, very interesting perspective and somewhat self-deprecating. My old uncle used to say "she was a wallflower at the dance, but a dandelion in the grass" Cheers!
On Wednesday, February 8, 2012, Devilish (2633) wrote:

Fuckin Beautiful ....