Bad Poetry Tuesday

Individual
by [REDACTED]

A rose
by any other name would smell as sweet
A rose by any other name
is still the same
it doesn't change
and yet
and yet
and yet
the world is so much less without the name
the sea of metaphor has shrunk
I cannot kiss your rosy cheeks
or wear my rose gold watch
You can't put on your glasses
that dye the world's hues to match
and color everything that passes
as the best of every batch.
Another name can take its place
and other words connote
And still I miss that name.