a Rose.
set to bloom.
red.
and bruised.
it's petals kiss is soft and sweet.
yet it's pricked me Sharp.
I think of you.
I think of the ache that wants you here.
it's thorns imprint on me.
a scar forever.
the blood drips like rain.
a caress bitter yet Sweet I thought of you.
a memory lingering to never rot.
fore I was the aroma of damned.
knowing this was hell.
to know this was something precious I could lose.
yet the Rose.
it was last thing.
but you I didn't want to lose.
©darkmocha
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