Cactus rose.

December.15.o7

My hands tedious, and meticulous

Trying to get that rose, god this is ridiculous

But this rose

Blooming full and pink

 

But there's only one kink

My hands are getting pricked

By these thorns

Thorns sharp and thick

 

I take a swig of my over stale rum

Only to need to plop down on my bum

How to get the rose?

I'm starting to get a feeling of morose

 

I retrieve my dagger

Eyeing at the blade

That's it! My mind parades!

 

Meticulous nature set in once more

Perfect strokes

The flower is provoked

 

Her face sullen and gloomy

Turned into instant glee

That smile

I stayed a long while

Author's Note

Thief king and his girl. Long explanation. >_>;