TW-talks about blood and dying
I found some roses
i picked one up but
ow that hurt me now i see the blood
the blood is like a river
painting the white roes red as they speak
the roses are now singing not in white but in red
does red help i'll color them
for me? no but for love
i got hurt for love
is love the answer as i lie here seeing red
this is the last time i hear them sing and talk
and this is the last time i see them dance around me
as i see them grow as i lie here and die
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poems
Poetrythis is just some poems i made and would like to share some have tw's which could mean suicide self-harm blood and gore
