Roses...
what do you think when you hear Roses..?
does the healthy red Rose flower pop in your mind,
or does a beautiful small bud of Roses blind your eyes..?perhaps it's the smooth petals of red and wine;
that attracts us to Her...
or perhaps it may be her elegant presence;
and sedative nature that attracts us to Her...Her who we called a Rose,
a Rose who rose from the ashes of a FireBird,
a FireBird who burnt to ashes,
just to save that whittled Rose from decaying,
under the soils of the rich ashes of the past,the past that always finds its way back into our empty minds,
filling it in with memories of solitude and sadness,
filling it in with scars that you once thought were healed,
filling it in with a memory that you dread to see again;a FireBird and a dead Rose...
forgetting that those thorns of a Rose,
could prick your heart out,
just like how She pricked,
a FireBird...
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Beautiful Scars
PoetryA series of broken people. ... A collection of words that threatened to be written. ... #1 in originalpoetry [25.01.2020] Readers discretion is advised All rights reserved©️2020