A lovely flower blooms from the ground,
all the others trampled by angry hounds,
banished to the hell we call home,
buried in a garden alone.
The moon rises bright,
You are my dark in the light,
Let's reach new heights,
and have petty play-fights.
Black as midnight,
Petals silky soft,
It's beauty is found deep within the night,
It blends in the dark,
Surrounded by bushes of truth,
The rose so dark,
The sun compliments it.
In the garden, nothing will fail.
As the light slows,
and the darkness grows,
Nobody knows,
That this love is a Rose.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
