She doesn’t have a lot of friends
Because she finds it hard to be nice,
I suppose she’s had a decent boyfriend
Once or maybe twice,
She couldn’t be the bell of the ball
Shes one of the flowers attached to the wall
But, she is mine,
No one else’s, just mine,
I see beauty in her that no one else can,
Even when she hits me with that damned frying pan,
Love can really hurt you know!
By Petal de la Rose, 2013 ©
Photo by Photo News via nodeju, 2012