The Combination Of Nature And Love

There are no words to speak
as she sits quiet in the rose bush
and feels the inexistance that rebells inside her.
The eleven roses purify the beauty
but the thorns are unbearable
-her organs rip apart.
And her eyes create the roses' dewdrops
that fall-
hating this pain.
The thunder alarms.
Blood runs away from her hands
and he holds them tightly
and they lie in the mess.
wanting to fly.
but falling in disbelief
from the weight of unfixable conflict.
her tears crash and burn
and they see the beautiful sky
that smothers them together in the darkness.
and it lightens them with stars.
they lay there forever.
but then.
you whisper hello.
I'm safe.