Jul 30 2008
Bleeding Rose
The bleeding rose
Loose a drop every time
You prick her
Loose a drop every time
You hurt her
Every time
You break her heart
Though
She does not bleed
Like every other
She bleeds
Drops of joy
Drops of color
Her smile slowly dies
She’s turning
An ever whiter shade of pale
And you can only watch
You can only behold
This bleeding rose
The petals slowly dropping
The color slowly fading
And you can only watch
And behold
The sorrow…
… of the bleeding rose…
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