Crimson blood, pump so quietly
Save me from the palms of death
Alive and always changing
The soldier rose trapped inside my chest
Peddles falling off my soul
Slowly ripping my world apart
Rose turns black and rots around
Clawing the very core of my heart
Crumble down onto my floor
Shrivel up into a ball
Break out into a stream of tears
Remember, you're not the only one to fall
For a dozen roses, maybe two
The same lonesome road they have followed
Left unexposed to the universe
To show their hearts have hallowed
So crimson blood, pump so quietly
Save me from the palms of death
The five senses consume all around me
Feel, hear, touch, taste, see-my breath
Author notes
This poem started because I wanted to compare a rose to a heart-thus making you believe that they are the same thing. My mind is weird. 
A contest entry
- I've gone insane! Prewrites contest!! by Day-Dreamer-10.
550 points, ended April 24, 2009, 141 entries
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i really like this. its so telling. heartbreaking and beautiful. great write.
roSES!~
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