By Dini kal
Soaked in the spring rain,
On a Saturday night.
Inflicting herself with pain,
With a ranging fright.
Lying on a bed of roses,
With the thrones inside.
With her eyes wide open,
Letting her desires raise.
Her soul filled with blight,
Bieng refused by disdained.
She did not feel right,
Forcing herself to refrain.
She felt so blight.
As nothing felt right,
And she thought it might
Be, "thanks to her fright".
She lies on a bed of roses,
Expecting a 'Knife'.
For a second her mind poses,
To judge if she is right.
By Dini Kal
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A/n
I hope you enjoyed it.... Please vote share and comment....
So I hope you noticed the tense change {from past to present} in the final stanza......
Also if you did not know the following references, I assume you didn't get the implicit meaning....
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Spring - youth
Rain - desires {u know its a liquid,
white and flows.... Urghm}
Rose - in shakespeaeian literature Rose and Eyes are referred to Virgina.
Throne - manhood
Knife - same as throne
So yeah I hope I enlightened you beautiful people.....have a nice day.
-grins-
Thank you for reading it this far....
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