The Roses I Know: The Blue Rose

#6 and final in my 'series'

I know I'm dreaming

Because the rose in my hand

Is blue.

Dark, deep, like midnight

At the center and very edges,

But soft, sweet, sad,

Everywhere else.

They watch me from underneath their eyelashes,

Waiting to see what I will do.

I smile-

My true smile,

Not my Cheshire-cat grin-

Put down the rose,

And walk away.

And it doesn't hurt.

Not anymore.

Author's Note

Well, this is the last one. I think it's my favorite.