Yet it is nothing more than a rose...
I really like this poem. It spoke to me in a strange way... Like, it flared up this image from my memories and my thoughts and whatever... A man gives a woman a rose, tell her he loves her, and kisses her on the cheek. She puts the rose in a vase and adores its beauty, but soon watches it die, not too long before discovering that her man is cheating on her. A rose can mean so much, and what it represents is extremely powerful, but it's just a flower. Just another plant--roots, stem, photosynthesis, yay! We gave it a meaning. I don't think the rose asked for that kind of role... I had a rant. :) I'm sorry. But that's what your poem made me think of. Good work. :D
I really like this poem. It spoke to me in a strange way... Like, it flared up this image from my memories and my thoughts and whatever... A man gives a woman a rose, tell her he loves her, and kisses her on the cheek. She puts the rose in a vase and adores its beauty, but soon watches it die, not too long before discovering that her man is cheating on her. A rose can mean so much, and what it represents is extremely powerful, but it's just a flower. Just another plant--roots, stem, photosynthesis, yay! We gave it a meaning. I don't think the rose asked for that kind of role... I had a rant. :) I'm sorry. But that's what your poem made me think of. Good work. :D