roses lay wilted
trampled under feet
smashed into the ground
by a silent beatpetals are scattered
the scent starts to fade
innocent beauty destroyed
what a mess has been made
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poésiethis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
the most beautiful creations can stem from the most gruesome tradgedies
roses lay wilted
trampled under feet
smashed into the ground
by a silent beatpetals are scattered
the scent starts to fade
innocent beauty destroyed
what a mess has been made