The Blue Rose
The pen to the paper
Writing of the new and the old
The blue rose floods my mind
As my story begins to unfold
Another red rose has died
So I fade into my happy place
A field of flowers
Yet only I can see its face
It has taken control
The blue rose started my obsession
There’s no going back
This is why I’m writing my confessions
I know everything I need to know
There’s nothing you can hide
To you I’m invisible
But I can’t seem to get you out my mind
I know I can take good care of you
My brilliant beautiful blue rose
I want to be your dream girl
I’m only telling you want my heart knows
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I have recently fallen in love with poetry. It has given me a way to tell others how I feel without telling them everything, leaving room for imagination. I have a special bond with the environment so most of my poems will use plants and animals as metaphors and similes.
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