Poetry Anthology

Rose

Beauty that can kill
Lips a deep red
Eye's as cold as ice
Her mouth was a gun
A knife in her left hand
A mans heart in her right.
Her attitude badass
Her heart warm but savage.

She was wild, untamable.
Bold, daring.
She's was the flicks of an uncontrollable flame.
Sporadic. Spontaneous.
Dangerous.
She was the kind of woman you met once but never forgot.
She was Rose.

-M