She was like a rose
Beautiful and delicate
But there were too many thorns
And she wished to die
She took the knife
And cut her pale skin
And let the blood—
The color of a red rose—
Fall to the floor
Like petals before winter
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Beautiful Destruction ✔️ #Wattys2017
Poetry"She had the beauty of a fire and the grace of a lion..." A collection of poems Cover by @PMStephens
