" I stand like a flower who's dead,
petals shriveled and edges curled.
Like the red blood that runs in the veins,
my petals now broken were red again.
The agony that struck like a powerful wave
stood like white snow on my petals-
covering me in it.
You had gold in your veins and
thorns on your stems , yet I stood here
shivering in the frost bare of anything.
Like the cold dew that made no difference
your melanin like crisp words made no change -
i still stood a rose , and always had been "
YOU ARE READING
2:00 a.m thoughts
Poetry(Added to the @WP_Poetry's 'Stygian Skies' reading list on 12.09.18) " and at 2:00 am in the night the suffocating silence wasn't something I liked, so my thoughts ate me right, u n t i l i d i e d " 2:00 a.m thoughts is a poetry book...
