ROSE
Darkness
Crumbled by the silence
Lies a rose
It lies there as if sleeping
But never to wake
Dark
It's as if hide
But no one will ever find it
How can the world
Not see its pretty face?
When it's right in front of them
It's broken
Like a heart
That has been loved too many times

Faerie
Great job on this poem. ~ Wonderful write
