eleven roses lay
scattered on the ground
a twelfth never to be found
the blood leaking out
matching the petals perfectly,
killing you slowly
a white baseball hat
with a hand print of red
because I cant believe you're dead
he rain pours down
but the blood stays
as the sun tried to break through with a few feeble rays
bits of light
glint off your eyes
as they stare unseeing at the skies
my cheeks burn with tears
and I loosen my hold
as your skin turns cold
11 roses scream the story is incomplete
the petals and blood mix in a flood
the white hat litls on your head proving you're dead
it's still raining but it cant wash the images away
the sun struggles to bring rays of hope and ways to cope
and I'm crying because I didn't mean to give up trying
11 roses sit by my bed
like you, they're dead
the hat sits there too
to remind me of you
I haven't washed that hand print away
but it gets easier to look at everyday
Author notes
its based on a dream i had....
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this. is. amazing. i cant even explain...like, omg. i love it.
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thanks... it wasnt a fun nightmare but it kinda gave me some good writing material lol... HOWWW AREE UUUU BTW??
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Amanda .. whats up? this sounds depressing though it is well written .
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mhm yea... another nightmare... if u want ill msg u the details..thank u
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interesting piece, keep it flowing
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