Bloody Rose

I placed my eyes over a garden of roses,
thinking that they would all look the same,
then I saw one that stuck out from the rest,
it was the most beautiful rose I had ever seen,
I wanted to reach for it and take it for myself,
but its sharp thorns didn't allow me to,
it only left me with tears wanting that one rose.

As the days went I would pass by the garden,
that one rose would still shine among the rest,
I would sit in front of it and I'd look at it,
but then it would taunt me to reach for it,
the times I did resulted in having bloody hands,
oh the pain it gave not only to my hands,
but my heart as well for wanting that one rose.

The seasons passed and soon it was Fall,
the garden of roses soon began to slowly die,
all but one rose still illuminated the garden,
it looked quite sad now with little to no thorns,
it begged for mercy for soon it would've died,
I looked at it and thought for a moment 'why?',
I cried and suffered for wanting that one rose.

That rose tormented me from night to day,
it would always leave me with bloody hands,
why should I have to spare its miserable life,
but I didn't hesitate for I still wanted to have it,
I gently picked it up and I could feel its cry,
I never gave up on it for I waited patiently,
All because I wanted that one rose.