rose

rose, is my name,
red coats my exotic frame,
desired eyes burn in flames,
craftly cutting me to claim.

in his hands, i am placed,
wading inside a shallow vase,
admiration lingers upon his face,
as the sun captures my divine grace.

slowly his fingers begin to caress,
ample, silky, petals i possess,
foolishly mastering his devious finesse,
on a pedestal i stand, ready to impress.

he lifts my stem, hands clenched tight,
sliced by thorns wailing in fright,
downward i fall like a windless kite,
petals shed upon the plight.

days pass, my beauty fades,
wilted petals brown in shade,
passive eyes storming grey,
untouched, in soiled water i lay.

beauty standards begin to clash,
swooped from the vase, leaving a splash,
disposing me with his woeful stash,
on a pile of roses, i crash.