They told her she was beautiful
As stunning as a rose furled pristinely in the evergreen
With delicate petals enveloped in gold
Soft leaves slithering from the vermillion paint
Something lovely that blushed in the wind
But she told them she was pain
Surrounded by strands of barbed wire
Closing her hands around tainted thorns
A scarlet mess on the sour stems
A blood thirst full of vengeance
With scars collecting on her fingertips
Her splendor was something artificial
It brought agony inside
Shackled by vines of menace and venom
Even in the shades of the night and silver of the day
Pain seemed to come with anything beautiful
~Kes
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Forgotten Words
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. It is filled with my emotions and profound thoughts of what I experience in the world around me. These are my nonsense verses.
