THE UNWANTED ROSE

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by Zianourry4

by Zianourry4

On the 14th night of February
I was alone in the darkness
Cursing my life for bring the unwanted one
I was the unwanted rose on Valentine’s day
A day to celebrate love for me is a day to grieve

All those who was with me so far
Now was in the clutches of a lady
Lost in thoughts about her sweetheart
And here I was!
In the loneliness of the garden
Slowly withering away
Cursing my life for being the unwanted one

Was my beauty not enchanting enough for them to glance my way?
Was I not red enough to be a symbol of the love in their heart?
As I witness the dark sky
I cannot help but wonder
Why am I left being the unwanted one?

Isn’t it funny?
How me , the symbol of love
Can’t experience the feeling of being loved?