Rose peddles,
fall at Laurens feet,
as she picks them,
one
by
one,
It never occurred to her,
how odd it was,
to calculate her,
girlish fantasies,
until now,
this practice didn't seem
so odd,
long ago,
when life was simple,
no tough decisions,
boys called her name,
without digression,
but with a couple of years,
under her belt,
Lauren finally realized that these decisions,
have consequences,
As a result,
Laurens life has changed,
sometimes
for better,
sometimes
for worse,
but she never truly took
these moment seriously,
transfixed,
a man down upon his knee,
gleaming at a diamond ring,
Laurens vocal chords
choked up,
dead air passes between her lips,
as words fail her,
Burying her hand in her face,
Lauren hides her emotions,
blushing,
crying,
thoughts races through,
her benevolent mind,
to be,
or not to be,
a Shakespearean expression,
how to respond,
to an empirical question,
This man,
speaks words,
unheard,
A scene played out,
on a muted screen,
He’s nervous,
but unyielding,
A response demands,
in this limited time,
Rationalization his factors,
to the finish line,
he's smart,
funny,
makes lots of money,
and most importantly cares for me
and my family,
But he,
smokes and drinks,
easily loses his temper,
leaves town daily
business or pleasure,
UN-customizable traits,
There’s no package deal,
Unaware the room has gone silent,
every eye stares at Laurens decision,
Ashamed and confused,
she runs from the room,
there's screaming there's pleading,
But
the rose must knew,
Lauren ran forever,
now befuddled,
in a field,
she carefully chooses,
a rose that will decide,
even or odd,
that is the question,
marriage to a man,
with questionable affection.
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