I Thought You Were a Rose | Short Poem No. 98

I thought you were a rose.
Photo by Isa Jokela-Gomes on Unsplash

I always thought you were a rose.
Once, I leaned in near to you
to smell your wonderful fragrance
and to admire your deep beauty.
And as I got close, I felt your prickers
pierce deep into my skin.
I always expected this
(every rose has its thorns).
But as i drew back,
I saw you’re nothing but a cactus.
And I have nothing but a bloody finger.

The Best Things are Unexpected

Ā© Joey Who? and WritingWithStrangers, 2019, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Author: Jay Bleu

An Original Blend of Perfume and Poetry

19 thoughts on “I Thought You Were a Rose | Short Poem No. 98”

      1. Deal.
        Yeah, I’ll post this Saturday.
        I’m really bad at keeping up with social sites. I’m really trying to manage.

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