Red Rose
Your dreams lay in the fold,
a thousand roses once ornate.
That makeup on your face,
found itself in teary hate.
Tonight you weave a blanket,
shrouds that hide your shame.
A great deal of your solace,
will be caught within a name.
Soft white skin you wear,
like a guise of pure deceit.
Cracked lips as red as roses,
that once had tasted sweet.
You weep for this waste,
a cloud or two should part.
To mist away unsettling lies,
that bleed into your heart.
A swarm of petals detach,
from that one mother rose.
As every flower someday dies,
joining eternity's sweet repose.
Copyright © Marcello Colasurdo | Year Posted 2010
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