by: kylecoare

The rose I gave made it all worse
the thorns that pierce and curse
stick in veins so deeply
lets the blood flow freely

The flowers forced thoughts to flee
flowing rivers of remorse run free
that red rose, its symbol of hope
just a red flag, a slippery slope

The feelings, a growing mystery
petals fell, the moment it hit me
just a trick of the light
at play in the dark of night

No longer a flower in the breeze
just a stem with no leaves
no petals, no colour or scent
no beauty where it went

Forever trapped in the past
where the flowers were seen last
planted those seeds, they bled me dry
under an amber coloured sky

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Shirley Satterfield (@shirleymandelsatterfield)
2 years ago

I love your poem too Kyle. I’m sorry that it took me so long to get back to you. I had password woes and could not get in to save my life. But Samantha and her IT guy helped me out Isn’t she nice. I’m proud to be associated with her. Its nice to make your acquaintance.

Samantha Leboeuf (@guest_1586)
2 years ago

I love your poem, Kyle, and how descriptive you get with the rose itself. Keep writing!!

Noble Member
2 years ago

I love your poem, Kyle, and how descriptive you get with the rose itself. Keep writing!!

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