When Roses Grow Thorns

Above the rest you grow
beautiful you must know

mature and compose
as time goes some doze
but never does my nose
my sweet smelling rose

i promised to be gentle

i stuck to my decree
as thorns grew through thee
thorns sticking onto me
i came to see it was not me....

but of cold and sleet
simply had you beat

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my first and favorite poem. written in a sloppy iambic pentameter . I wrote this one about a girl who turned on me.

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wow. this is really pretty

wow. this is really pretty and amazing for your first poem. i love the way it sounds and flows:)

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