There it stood. Tall. In all its glory.
Beautiful.
Mesmerizing.
Enchanting.
A rose.
It made everyone stop and stare. A second look definitely.
Kids called it pretty. Females cooed. Men admired.
Pompous and vain.
But gorgeous nevertheless.
The ordinary ferns on either side enhanced its appeal.
Attractive. Alluring.
But it wasn't long before it started shedding. Wilting.
With that came a pervasive noisome odor.
The odor that reeked of dying vanity, and short lived glamour.
I always wonder why I love roses.
.
Beautiful.
Mesmerizing.
Enchanting.
A rose.
It made everyone stop and stare. A second look definitely.
Kids called it pretty. Females cooed. Men admired.
Pompous and vain.
But gorgeous nevertheless.
The ordinary ferns on either side enhanced its appeal.
Attractive. Alluring.
But it wasn't long before it started shedding. Wilting.
With that came a pervasive noisome odor.
The odor that reeked of dying vanity, and short lived glamour.
I always wonder why I love roses.
.
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3 comments:
hmmm..dark undertones..kind of alluding to bitter chocolate, bittersweet memories..it's an interesting post. wanna c something darker though..
Well written .. definitely ..
love the last line ..
subtle nd beautifully written is al i can say....
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