Life is a never ending rose.
Full of pricks and thorns in your fingers.
Though it look beautiful at first,
you come to find hurt and death later on.
Is this wrong to trick us?
To make us think we are in such good hands
But then to have our hands broken and full of blisters.
These roses are evil.
You can't just pull the thorn out of you side.
You have to sit there and let it eat you up inside.
You have to let it eat away at your existence.
Although a rose is at one time beautiful,
We all must realize that one day
that all of this must come to and end
and we all will die.
Just as the most beautiful of roses must do.
That is how life's never ending rose slowly
creates and end for itself.
Inspired my friend who has experienced much hurt.
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Written March 19th, 2004
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wow. Lee, this is your best poem yet. I like it
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