Rose
I believed you to be a rose in a field of weeds, only to find that wasn't what you were that's what I wanted you be.
-By.Me.
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Ah yes, weeds: merely plants we don't approve of, that we don't think should be there, are of no use.
Hang on, if they are of no use, why are they there in the first place!
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Marla Joy
Wed 4th Jun 2025 00:02
We all sometimes see people for what we want them to be more than who they are. This poem says a lot in just a few lines.