Red Roses

by blackrose1011   Jul 28, 2005


All the Roses have died
Shriveled and gone.
All my memories blooming
to nightmares-
I'm scared.

When I sleep at night I see him there
Just like he was-
He'll just sit and stare...
coaxing me toward him
calling my name-
The devil himself-
asking me, to play his game...

But I can't do it no more-
To me he is dead.
Just like the roses-
and the heart that he shred.

The pain that he gave me-
The beatings I took
are fading ripples,
in my memories pool.
The reasons he fades,
are secret, but I'll tell you...

I have found someone new
someone to hold me right
and when he brings me roses-
they aren't painted in blood.
when my love calls my name-
its with love, and not taken in vain.

But until I've let my devil go,
No one can ever know.
If he found that my heart could mend
He'd drag me back to hell
....with him...

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  • 18 years ago

    by BrokenMisery

    INtense and original. Great work i really enjoyed that piece, you have a way with words. Keep it u and never give up! Let that love mend you!

  • 18 years ago

    by Areyoucrazy

    I did like your poem ..it was good . but one of the lines didn't seem to go so well (Only my thoughts )
    "He'd drag me back to hell
    ....with him..."
    To me it just didn't fit ..put the rest was great . I like how you used the devil or at least I think you used the devil to describe another person ..that is what to me it sounded like . Keep it up ... I will surely read more of your poems
    April