Bleeding heart, torturously slow
Nowhere to go, no trail to follow
Once a beautiful red rose
A sharp dagger in her hand, everything she says, goes
Her gorgeous petals began to wilt
The dagger she held is driven to the hilt
The trail gone, she pleads to die
All she wishes is to spread her wings and fly
Roses never last, though fake ones do
Pitch black wings spread, and then she flew
Her once innocent mind is rendered broken
Though many words remain, they are left unspoken
Her petals gone, her beauty dead
What is left to remain brings its dread
The lethal silver dagger holds a crimson gleam
Dripping in blood, it no longer has a silver sheen
No more innocence, that is long gone
A dreary light brings a new dawn
Because in her hands, the dagger is held
The fates of many are left quelled
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Poems And Quotes
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems and quotes from a time in a teenager's life when she thought she had nothing. In reality, the world had given her everything she had ever wanted; a family, a lover, a friend. She's no longer there, not anymore, but she...
