Shall I compare thee to a scarlet rose?
Lying on thy stem, is a tainted thorn
As I look at thee, nature's beauty shows.
Don't blow away in my darkening storm.
Radiant red portrays beauty in love.
Glistening green withstands the test of time.
Peacefullness spreads on the wings of a dove.
Shedding thy petals; a horrible crime.
Shall thy lie down on the grounds of my grave,
Where I died from a withered, broken heart?
You're at your weakest but thou must be brave.
This was our destiny's fate from the start.
How does thy passion feel so close to home?
When, in all truth, we were always alone.
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Poetry
PoesieHey, this Is a collection of poetry I've been writing since 2010. I promise it's better toward the end, being that's my more recent stuff. So feel welcome to skip forward, read it backwards or whatever you'd like:)
