Scarlet roses beneath a bruised heart

Scarlet roses showered,
Beneath a bruised heart
A young girl so peculiar to anger,
The winter breeze tell her to give up
But as she walks,
The alluring flowers of different assortment swirl and turn
As if she brings new life to the sweet sensation of spring
But this is all a distortion in her eyes,
because her heart is ridden with pain and sadness
Consummated in absolute hate and anger,
She does not realise that she's a volcano
Ready to explode
And show the world that she won't surrender
To fate solid feet

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