The rose and tulip The rose rises toward the sun as the tiny tulip follows the tulip loves the rose but for all the wrong reasons its an object not a human it's beautiful not ugly it's everything a tiny tulip would want to be the rose wants to feel tiny again to want to be alone forever without love and happiness The rose is too long it gets cut off and now the blooming rose is not a withered tiny rose and the tulip has started to grow it has started to reach out, above the rose who looks at it longingly wanting to be with a tulip is impossible, the rose has thought wait, no it's not, the tulip thought I can be with them. Can I? The rose is withered though doesn't matter The tulip is too high doesn't matter the withered rose and the rising tulip are finally in love
SECOND POEM rate outta 10
