There Was a rose more beautiful than most
very vain and ignorant was the rose , always
saying how no one could compare to its beauty
, and thats why the world hated it so.
Every pedal so soft and fragile it
wouldn't take much for it to loose
them all , still the rose makes such a fuss
when it thinks not enough attention is given
to it .
What a sad pathetic rose it was with
all it's awesome good sides it wasn't
enough because the rose wasn't getting
all the attention , how the rose wanted
every one to feel sorry for it.
Drama the rose can't live without it ,maybe one
day the rose will realise the world dosnt revolve around
it but till then people will stay miserable when hanging
out with the shallow rose.
This poem is about people who have it made pretty good
and there really isn't anything , but something has to be happening
for them to have a good day saying things like no one likes me
or something thats really stupid and annoying.
Drama makes the world go round but it can also destroy it
just ask anyone who has had there's ruined by dramatic jerks
who dont care for anyone but themselves. this poem is just
that a poem it isnt meant for anyone here ,this is my disclaimer
so no flaming or arguments and yes even drama want be started. :p1: