"Roses were red
Violet's were blue
Death came eventually
And waited for you.
Not for your love,
Not for your gold
Only for your torture
Which was your soul."
YOU ARE READING
Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
