My life is like a rose
Each petal is a special part that makes up a picture.
Every petal that falls is something that can not be forgotten.
Every few years a petal is lost.
Soon the rose will be bare,
No petals to show its beauty.
Its stem brown
Its nectar dry
This rose shall die.
No one will forget those petals,
That have gone brown & brittle.
One day another rose will bloom
Till then I am just a rose, a dark, dead
This poem was written/submitted by Chloe.