I didn't see the crimson roses,
or the vines you tended around me,
there was no feeling in my body,
as the thorns pressed and poked,
darling do you find it queer?
that we never mentioned love?
the vines grew into a briar,
that enclosed us in my pain,
these chains of sanguine thorns,
coils of slavery that encased me,
blooming beautiful bloody blooms,
while I smiled at your every whim,
our Winter child was blue and dead,
my body ran out of time too quickly,
discarded in a briar of wild roses,
while yours cut free and danced away,
over a cliff you went dancing,
over a moonlit canyon and down a song,
flowing back to life again so slowly,
as the tears from this life fell,
and I became a briar fairy.
Author notes
My Mother's relationship. She's with someone who's using her for everything he wants while constantly whinning about how terrible his life is. He has no job, no prospects, he lies all the time about everything to get people to like him.
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500 points, ended September 27, 2008, 18 entries
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he sounds like my ex.
i dearly pray your mother will see who he really is, but she wont.. not until the time is right. but dont worrie there is always hope for us blind people
thank you for entering
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Ha she might see it after he's sucked the life out of her and left us both homeless. -_-; I wish people could see reason but maybe I just can't talk to her as a person since I'm her daughter.
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