Poem: My Little Red Rose With Blackened Edges

I don't remember why I wrote this, I just remember I was working on the novel I'm writing, and then thought about my favorite flower (can you guess what it is?). Then I started thinking, well what if there was some deeper meaning behind this flower. This is what I came up with.

My Little Red Rose With Blackened Edges

My little red rose with blackened edges

A symbol of love bloomed out of garden hedges

But what most people overlook is its dark secret

A dark truth that’s hidden until you reveal it

For you see, my dear reader, love’s lovely, it’s bliss

But it also is the heart’s most deadly kiss

Now don’t get me wrong, love’s a spectacular feel

It’s one of Mother Nature’s most permanent seals

But if that seal does somehow happen to break

The resulting pain is way too much to take

It tears at your heart and carries out your merciless annihilation

But it’s nothing personal; this happens to the whole world’s population

It preys, without hesitation, on the young, the weak

And once you’re found on its path, the consequences are bleak

My little red rose with its gorgeous scarlet petals

Boast the beauty of love like a 1^st place medal

They lure you in, seducing you like dangling a worm on a hook

But all you need to see its true nature is to take one good look

All of the affliction depicted in a neglected color transition

A transition that in turn tells the well-known emotion’s mission

Once you see the slightly blackened edges, as if it were dipped in fire

The truth will dawn on you and its true colors will start to transpire

So the next time you see a rose just remember to think of this

Love’s lovely, it’s bliss; it’s a heart’s deadly kiss