The rose

by Evie   Apr 10, 2007


Blood red
crimson petals
deep green
falling down
one the way
so many spikes
razor blade sharp
spikes
she grabs on
and out of her hand
pours the blood
she grips tighter
and watches it
drip
down the stem
to the floor
the bright sweet
ivory white
floor
covered
in the salty sweet
scarlet tears

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  • 17 years ago

    by A girl broken until

    I like it
    to me it shows how beauty can turn to uglyiness within seconds
    and teh white floor thing makes me think of a pure life that has been stained with darknesss
    Its really a true poem
    i love it

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