WHO AM I ?
You adored tulips but they were never your first pick
You liked tulips but never loved them,
Roses always held that place.
You always took Tulips as the imperfect roses
Were they not beautiful?
Tulips had no prickles,
They never hurt you, always tried to be perfect for you
Maybe they don’t blossom much,
Maybe they aren’t as pretty as roses
But they do have their specials.
You always chose a red rose to express love
But Red Tulips are for deep love too,
Maybe they were too red for you.
Now they are redder but a lot darker
No, it’s not the colour of love now
The Red is of the wounds it suffered.
I hated this part, always tried to ignore
but I knew
I was always the tulip in your life.
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