Roses For Pd
Weeping Rose
Black is her color,
The empty space where her heart use to be.
Weeping in pain,
Pain for the ones who hurt her.
Torn are her thorns,
The thorns that tightly held onto him.
Fragile is the rose,
The rose you just destroyed.
By.Michael Deas
Dedicated to Destroyer
Copyright © Michael Deas | Year Posted 2011
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