My secret [your love]
a rose from my lips
planted with yours
in a perfect harmony.
Each petal a gift
covered in drops of dew
[tears] fallen from nights
spent so alone, before you.
A thorn [a lie]
pricked my lips
blood, like failure,
dripped down my chin
upon my white dress
-no longer
quite as
virginal-
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Sorry it took so long Chasey!
Please tell me what you think
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I liked your ending. It was probably the best part of the entire poem. Everything else was kind of teeter-tottering on cliche for the fact roses/love/thorns/ect have just been done so many times.
but I know I can snap you out of it. :]
http://allpoetry.com/group/show/project%20poetry
There's the link to the group. I have already posted the first assignment for the immunity pass. :]
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