Red roses
Were in her bouquet
As she dreamed
About the most important day
Of her life
She was only 6 years old
But she had big dreams
Of falling in love
And living happily ever after.
Red roses
In a vase
Sitting in her room
She was given those
After her performance on stage
She smiled as she looked
At those red roses.
Red wilted roses
Petals falling on the floor
She is now in tears
Slitting her wrists
To bring any kind of feeling
Back to her once happy soul
She wilted like those roses
That were once full of life
Now dead and gone.
Red roses
Lay on top
Of her grave
Her family in tears
Wondering what happened
To their once happy little girl
Who had big dreams
And was full of life
But like the roses
Those red roses
She wilted.
Red roses wilted on her grave
But she still
Rests in peace.
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
