Roses

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by ElizabethCullenLOTRo

by ElizabethCullenLOTRo

                                    
                                              Loving you was like holding onto a rose. 
The more I try to hold on the more it hurts. 
                          I'm bleeding now,

                          Ruby drops on marble skin. 
                          It hurts. 

                          Blood shining in the firelight, 
Reflecting on white petals.  
                          It hurts. 
                          Granite thorns tearing warm soft flesh, 
It burns but I clutch tighter. 
                          It's hard to hold on, 
But harder to let go.  
                          There is a sad beauty in this bloodstained white rose. 
                          It used to be so whole,
But now it's half pain. 
                          Why does it hurt so bad,
Why can't you just hold my hand?