It was red, and it was bleeding steadily.
The blood came from shattered love.
The thorns were fastened into her heart.
And her heart was bleeding too.
But even though.
It was the rose there was bleeding the most.
She procured the rose from her truly love.
The one she didn't hunched would shatter her heart.Although her heart, was bleeding and almost shattered.
She was fighting hard.
Her heart was fighting for her badly.
This wasn't what she thought were love.
But she wouldn't forswear.
She wouldn't let him rupture her, so easily.But she had no more choice.
Cause her heart, was already in quietude.
The beating was already ceased.
The blood wasn't rushing through her veins anymore.
It ran down from her chest.
From the crimson and bleeding rose.Simran jolly
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The Bleeding Rose
PoetryThis book is generally based on a girl who had endured a lot of pangs all through love, obsession, shattered heart and obviously by an adrifted amour. And all these concepts or ideas written by author's vivid imagination and fascinations towards poe...