Blood,
trickling through my veins,
burning and piercing
the reason behind my still beating heart.
Roses,
flowers so delicate yet
sharp to the touch.
Thorns cutting deeper than a knife.
Lips,
like the blood and the rose-
keeping me alive-
delicate and fierce.
And then like cherries,
sweet yet bitter to the taste,
juice that sweetens sorrow,
but a bitter taste that reminds
of the pain.
Symbolizing Anger, Hate,
Evil and Devilish Ways.
Yet symbolizing love.
It's odd how one color
can mean so much evil,
yet so much good.
