white roses painted red,
heads drop to the floor.
the bloody spirit here
has caused many to long for more.
white roses painted red,
too many to count.
they try their best to stay fresh,
but they'll wilt without a doubt.
white roses painted red,
who'd cry out when you'd taunt
only one white rose was tainted,
until more was what you sought.
white roses painted red,
no matter what others say
will always be a part of me,
with me, red roses will stay.
YOU ARE READING
aria's poetry book
Poesíahi everyone!! i am currently working on a new book for you all, don't worry... but in the meantime, while you wait, i've decided to just upload some of my poetry here into a complete book for you all to see!! please enjoy, and take away from it what...
