Sitting by the dark window
the smell of roses filling the air
I look around my room
and find nothing but a vase
with a dozen red roses
Whether or not
they were emitting the smell
I am not sure
but I wouldn't be here if I didn't smell them
Its dark
and cold
and new
and weird
Where am I?
I ask myself
Then I think back
to the smell of roses
and what people have said
The smell of roses
is a sign of death
Am I really dead
just because of a
dozen roses?
Author notes
uhmm idk. writers block. this is what i came up with
Comments
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woaw I like this one its beautiful I really like this its deep and elegant
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thanks
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