• caked with blood...
    withered with defeat
    shaking from cold
    that can't be healed by heat
    red as rosy lips
    the ones they used to kiss
    black thorns
    like the horns
    of a devil Midas
    cracking stems
    dew like tears
    salty cries
    hail ******** fears
    stained and damaged
    wise and old
    petals just about
    to fold
    the flower of love
    our love to be exact
    a rose of harmony
    barely in tact
    once so soft
    silky, legit
    but my dear
    love and roses
    are so delicate...