Red is the sun’s last ray
as it sets for the day.
Red is my vision as I watch you play.
Red is the desire I feel
for you each day.
Red is your blood now
flowing through my veins.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Red is the sun’s last ray
as it sets for the day.
Red is my vision as I watch you play.
Red is the desire I feel
for you each day.
Red is your blood now
flowing through my veins.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Smoke fills my lungs,
I stand strong.
Petals to the sky,
I fulfill my destiny.
Tears burn holes
never to be filled.
Demons in my soul
leave scars never repaired.
Each sigh forces a step back.
Each storm bends my stem a bit more.
I persevere through the rain,
the sleet,
the snow.
I yield to the sun and the moon.
I take what is given.
I replace when I’m able.
Though dry are my leaves,
I lift them to the sky.
Though parched are my lips,
I face the sun.
Smoke burns my eyes,
but I see clear.
I bow my head.
Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.
My tears fall like rose petals,
dripping down their long stem.
No hope left in my heart
for us to be together again.
I lay my head down in sorrow
beside the wilted petals of my despair.
LET IT BLOOM
Watch the rose bloom.
It’s not too soon.
The lovely smell.
It rings my bell.
The pink color.
Like no other.
Face to the sun.
Ready for fun.
Velvet to the touch.
I love it so much.
I’m ready for spring.
To hear the birds sing.
I’m eager for the first bloom.
Definitely not too soon.
Let it bloom.
Source: f0r-you
I picked a rose just for you.
A symbol of me and you.
Soft as the petals are your skin.
As precious as the pistol within.
It rises to meet the sun’s face.
No one can ever take its place.
Open and spread your leaves apart.
I can feel the beat of your heart.
Two hearts joined as one.
My job is now done.
Source: dolcemania
My Battered Heart
The rose drifts to the ground,
Petals dry and wilting in the cold breeze.
A death resembling the demise of my heart
As an unraveling of feelings turns to dust.
A shoe grinds the rose petals to oblivion,
The preferred state of my battered heart.
The wind lifts the remnants of the flower
to circle around me with its dying breath.
THE DEAD AND GONE
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
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Beautiful rose,
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns,
Sharp to the touch.
Bright in the sunshine;
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.