Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Life Sucks, and So Do You.
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What it is life but a rose?
A simple flower, filled with beauty and a deep connection.
A brilliant red, a vibrant white, a hue oh so bright.
What is life, but a silly flower.
Something we see, something we pick, something we adore.
It thrives, it nourishes, it blooms, it blossoms, it brings us joy.
What is life?
But a green part of nature.
With thorns as sharp as knives, it protects itself, hiding, biding its time.
What is life?
But a big and confusing question.
What is there to do with this endless amount of time?
Beauty only gets us far; and then slowly, but surely, we begin to wilt away.
Like that rose, one day red, one day maroon, on day brown, one day gone.
Dead.