Deformed Rose

Rose, change the color of your petals,

The shape of your leaves,

The sharpness of your thorns.

Bloom with more animosity,

As you soak in the rays of the sun,

The dew of Angel tears.

Become something so much more,

With a fragrance like none other,

Petals soft as silk.

Tell me to be not a flower, not a Rose,

Change what nature made me,

Reshape my soul.

Strip off my blood red petals,

Clip me of my leaves and thorns,

Deprive me of tears.

A weed I have become,

Hindrance in your garden,

Why not get rid of me?

Change what cannot be changed,

Ruin what a Rose was meant to be,

Kill all of me