Leaves fall…
Roses bloom…
Death has come,
With life renewed
Tinted black,
Like the night,
Or like a rose,
How deep this goes.
To my blood,
That’s deeply colored,
Vibrant red,
Just as a rose.
Roses are burning,
Roses are wilting,
Everyday,
Inside my heart.
Roses are dying,
Petals are flying,
Petals of blood,
Through my heart.
My roses,
Are feelings,
Of love, lust, and pain.
My roses,
Are tears,
Pouring like rain.
My roses are thoughts,
Long stored away.
My roses are me,
In every way.
Roses are dying,
Petals are flying,
Petals of blood,
Through my heart.
Roses are blooming,
As roses are wilting,
Everyday,
Inside my heart.
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Welcome to AllPoetry!!!
I like the use of metaphors, comparing the roses to your own life and personal experiences...Nicely written!
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