Simp for the Roses(First Draft)

Surrounded by a sea of roses and capture none,

Simp and wimp for a muse, and you’ll be the one,

And you were denied, ultimately, the one that was shone,

Don’t try to expect nothing less,

You were the one who had no right to confess,

Was it the third one this week?

I guess she was a beauty for sure,

What was this rose’s star-gazing attributes?

Wait! This one had a verdant stem?

The others were wilted! Then your head just tilted?

He said,

This one was the rose no doubt,

Laying beside her as she contained that shout,

I wanted to pick that rose so bad in fact,

However, I had hoped to be spared of that papercut,

Still peering into the sky, the rose laid back without a fuss,

I had gotten closer with no signs of kicking,

Still looking up in the sky our love seemed all to fitting,

Man! That felt great!

She was definitely blown away!

Again, peering into the sky, I continued to wonder,

If that luscious rose continued to grow fonder,

It was time to tell,

Dank deep secrets from the depts of hell,

I mean what else could I have done?! I might as well,

I’m sorry I might not be good enough Miss Rose,

I really did my best with this one, Honest to God,

I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable today,

But please don’t go away!

But like always he was met with the answer of no,

No… No… No…

NO! Why would she?! You hadn’t proven anything to her,

NO! Who would value trash if trash couldn’t even value themselves,

NO! Don’t expect compensation from dishonourable kindness!

NO! She doesn’t deserve you… And neither should you deserve her…

Maybe in his fit of rage he could of gone for the kill,

Although, he ended up just like any washed up cooperate shill,

He had hoped for a paradise with that verdant stem,

Oh wait?! What a surprise he walked and talked ashamed of his shame,

When all was said and done,

The mass population continued to bow,

If only those verdant roses weren’t so foul,

Maybe he could of, learnt a lesson in the end,

He never learnt this lesson and neither did any of thee,

We just prostituted ourselves with no kind of fee,

Onto the next rose it was, he was forever defamed,

In the end, never could he rid of his jolly shame,

He and many like him had no sense of value,

And then onto the next rose, as his price tag greatly devalued,