Rose with bloody thorns,
Trapping my heart.
Heart pierced by these thorns,
Drown me in the blood of my heart.
Constricted and unmoving,
Sharp thorns burying,
Blood keeps flowing,
Till the Rose found place for living.
A small seed,
Born from evil deeds.
Planted when not in need,
Evil I learned when it leads.
Roots have grown,
Embracing my heart,
Very tight like I have been owned.
Continue struggling, my heart.
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Dark Side of Mine
PoetrySelf-expression about what I feel, something rare. A complete outburst of emotions written in a poem. Just want to share. Thanks for reading.
