The Truth of A Rose

Sorry for posting nothing the past few months. I've been really busy. So here's a poem I wrote a while ago (please critique!!)

A rose is a rose is just a rose
A stem with some petals
A pretty scented thing

And oh! how it is so dearly praised
The representation
Of love, of affection

But that's all it is, a mere symbol
'Tis not the love you share
'Tis not the one you love

I wish to love not with roses
But with my soul, with heart
For that is truly love

Help Only Hurts

Sorry for the corny title, I can't think of anything else at the moment. And sorry for not posting for so long. I've been busy and haven't been able to think of anything :P Anyway, here 's another poem ...

I try to help you
Instead I hurt you

I try to comfort you
Instead I torment you

I try to dry your tears
Instead I make them pour

I try to relieve the heartache
Instead I make it bleed

I try to make you see
Instead you only see your pain

I try to help you
But you'll never know...