The siLent Rose

Sitting alone in my room
Staring at the single rose
fresh, red and beautiful
full of loneliness

Thorns that cut through flesh
the drops falling from my finger
like tears
the same colour
as the petals
On the rose

Blood dripping on the floor
behind closed doors
some are the petals
some are the thorns
some make you hurt
some make you cry
But no one knows how you feel
you still keep it
no asking no babling







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