A Wicked Rose
petals spread,
through your mind,
a deep blood red,
so hard to define,
wilted in fear,
bright and alive,
trying for sun,
to just survive,
lost in meaning,
i suppose,
a soul at last,
at the heart of the rose.
for the Destroyer ~ Poet
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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