Lost and found

I was a black rose with many thorns
You plucked me and now all I have left are my thorns
But I can't help but think that you plucked me out because I am special to you, because I was a rare rose to find
Because no one wants daisies that they find everywhere planted but a rare black rose
But even though you've plucked me out I still grow LIKE A BLACK ROSE.

Hi, it's been a while since I've written anything and this book is a poetry collection book that I intend on entering in the 2019 wattys, I hope you all enjoy reading these poems.