Flowers bloom,
Flowers wilt.
The vines they grow,
The vines they breathe.
Inside my veins my thoughts pulse.
Just like this rose in between my fingers
This black rose
The beautiful fragrance threaded inside
their petal fibers
The trees they speak
The dead trees their autumn leaves falling
Falling against my pale lips
Their auburn colors clinging to my skin
Like the ashes of my black rose
Black rose . . .
Black rose . . .
Flowers bloom
Flowers wilt
Back into the ground inside my mind♡♡
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PoetryI'll be updating poems everyday. I'm mostly doing this to vent so sometimes they won't make sense. :) Thanks for listening !! If you like them please Comment, Vote and Follow. Thank you! :)
