Sapphire Rose

Poor sapphire rose

Stands all alone,

The only one of its kind

No one understands,

Nor even cares

How it may feel.

The other roses,

Try to make the rose,

Feel as though it is needed.

But no matter

What they do,

Or what they say

The little rose,

Will always be alone.

Poor sapphire rose,

Not sure how to be,

Is tired of being alone.

The rose go

And leave the other

For it is the only way

To help the poor sapphire rose.