:rose: :; The Little Red Rose

The little red rose

With petals not so close

I sniff it with my nose

I’ll put it on my hair and pose

It’s very red

I take it off before I go to bed

The leaves that shed

Smooth like the seat in a sled

The petals soft

A bit glossed

How I was lost

In the cost

The stem thorny

Half of its body

It’s own journey

That’s the story

The time it withers

The pain it suffers

As death slithers

My voice becomes bitter