A bloody flower lay dead,
Not decayed but stunned,
Its petals are chaffed,
Destroyed for its allurement,
Its brothers are assured,
They feel glee that it's gone,
“ ” takes notice,
“ ” grabs his spray,
Without flowers beauty,
They became weeds,
With his snuffed kin,
A bloody flower lay dead.
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Too Many Eccentricly Boring Poems, But Lovely Nonetheless
PoesíaI'll be posting my poems I write and/or have written. Love some feedback. I can always do better and might redux any that people think could be better. I hope you enjoy the poems.
