Aw girl, did you dance with the devil
Get ripped apart
Where’s your heart
Ah, I see it beating in the gutter
Well girl, what can I say
Life's a bitch, and then you die
But you don’t want to hear that
No, no, not in your beautiful world
Not in pin up poster world
Aw, girl
You want to go down to the love hospital
They’ll put you back together
But guess what
That beating heart
In the gutter
Maybe wants to last past puberty
So hey, I’ve been round the block
I’ll give you ten seconds of my time
Best ten seconds of advice you’ll ever hear
That rose growing in the garden there
Is that not the most beautiful thing in the world
Now, not only is that rose beautiful
It’s also very smart
It knows some jackass is going to try and take liberties
So it surrounds itself with thorns.
Do the same
Be that rose.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Such good advice given in this poem a great image and metaphor. Well done Paul
Some learn the hard way.
Every girlie over the years who has submitted a common class of poetry with a theme I am wont to term 'He done me wrong' should heed your advice and shut up about it.....
We can but try. lol
Paul, you move from gutter to garden in one steady sweep…street-tough voice offering real wisdom. Strong work here. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
We learn a lot from nature, though nature has barred me from her garden for being a rubbish gardener.
We sure do! LOL! No worries, I am a rubbish gardener too...unless it comes the plants that would survive a nuclear holocaust and can grow in nearly every condition...etc. juniper, cactus, peppermint. LOL!
A fine Poem with a good Metaphor. Enjoyed.
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