Roses
They decay within time
Time is all we have
Time is all we watch
Time and Roses
What once was beautiful
Is now decaying
A delicate flower
So scared
To be blown away
To be caught in
A raging storm
With petals worn
&
Torn
With a stem so strong
Now broken
What is left now
Nothing beautiful you see
Not one dose
Of beauty
But darling broken
Is beauty
Threw the ragging storm
~Grey
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colour.
Non-FictionThe secrets of dark poetry, the dark side of the truth writen in beauty.
