Red Flower

• Alex Robertson , Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

Shall I compare you to a red flower?
You are hotter than the bright, burning sun.
But your words to me are always sour.
I hope you and me will never be done.

The smell of you will always be so nice.
The thought of you going would make me cry.
I hope your red hot anger won't act twice,
But when you leave me alone I just sigh.

In my heart, your petals aren't decaying.
But every day they are coming to play.
I wish every day that you weren't leaving.
You are so strong, you can't be blown away.

I will love you no matter what they think,
Even if your hot red turned into pink.