It was such a sweet and perfect rose,
I thought it would tell you
what everyone knows.
It was such a sweet and perfect rose,
(Although encased in plastic),
I thought it portrayed
what measures more drastic
had failed to say.
It was such a sweet and perfect rose
That I bought it with barely a thought,
And hurried to knock on your door.
It was such a sweet and perfect rose
It never crossed my mind
That anyone could be so unkind
as to tear its soft petals
and grind its brightness into the floor.
The petals came down in a crashing fall
As I stood bemused in your darkened hall,
Surrounded by shreds of my secret
(which everyone knows)
And what was left of my
Beautiful,
fragrant
and
perfect rose.