My poetry…

I was gifted this beautiful rose

So bright and colourful

Watching it grow blissfully everyday.

The outer world sees growth and not much more.

But their hearts would shatter if they walked through our door.

All the time I spent trying to protect her.

I got none of the credit cause you see, this particular rose wasn’t under my name.

And while its owner was living in my once peaceful domain,

It turned into a thick dark cloud with their energy surrounding, she's profane.

But my rose was still growing.

At least she's growing.

She has some battle scars now, but i wouldn’t know how cuz the owner won't tell me.

I care about this rose so much yet I have so little control.

it's not fair.

I'm watching my beautiful rose slowly wither away, the owners doing too much harm.

I yell at the authorities to put this rose under someone else’s name or it's gonna lose its charm.

They say “what's the worst that can happen” maybe to keep themselves sane, but couldn't they see me and this rose were in pain.

I woke up one morning.

Seeing my beautiful rose lifeless, flowers unbloomed.

Maybe the authorities shouldn’t have assumed.