Everyday we grow older
and we bloom bolder
But we run into metaphors
that ruin the scores
Now the melody is out of tune
and the irony came in too soon
Blood soaks my newer petals
stained on the ones where it already settles
So I tell it to stop growing
because pain is for the knowing
But the knowers don't know how to stop
and they row until their limbs drop
And blood soaks the white rose dove
so now we mistake it as red for passion's love
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Comments
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This poem has wonderful rhymes and images. I love the lines;
But the knowers don't know how to stop
and they row until their limbs drop
everything about this is superb.
*peace*
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