Bloodied roses
Amidst a bed of roses, crimson-stained,
I lie, wounded by deceit's sharp pain.
Thorns that once brought beauty, now bring strife,
A bond of trust, forever lost in life.
Petals once soft, now wilted and red,
Forged to tell a tale of secrets unsaid.
Eyes that saw truth, now forever closed,
Conceal the lies that our bond had proposed.
The roses' gentle hue, now bloodied and torn,
Reflects the shattered trust that can never be born.
In this garden of sorrow, I remain,
A monument to love turned to pain.
~Astrid Lyrax
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Wilted trees that flower: A poetry collection
PoetryJoin me on a poignant journey through the ebbs and flows of life, where love and heartache entwine. Explore the contrasts that shape us: •Love: a radiant flame that burns bright, even in the darkest moments. •Betrayal: a lingering scar that refuses...
