My Dark Poems

Roses

A bright red rose

Blooms in a hole

But you do not know

It is not for show

Blinded by its beauty

And its splendor

You do not see

The sharp thorns penetrating me

A small drop of blood

Slips from my hand

I held the rose to close

Now i understand

With the cold

Chill coming

The rose will pass

Dying as each petal is swept away

Into nothingness

As each petal falls

My eyes brighten

Life returning

As angels descend

To protect once again

With the fall of the rose

And the return of my soul

I can't help but wonder

About the new bud forming

Mocking me from afar

Bringing all its grief and torment

Each Morning

A/N: thanks for reading!! you should totally check out my first story im working on called falling for his game (paranormal romance oh yes!)

-PF