A Bloody Rose
Roses here, Roses there,
bloody roses everywhere.
February brings them to our life,
while others hide a broken wife.
Young girls dream of their shining white knight,
when do you think they'll see, it's nowhere in sight.
Single men try everything to be romantic,
ask every young girl, they still haven't learnt it.
While romance fills their heads,
I'm aware of the last lives it brought to death.
The rose is not this passionate flower,
butt the very thing that causes humans lives to go sour.
Nine months later, in mid of November,
young girls begin the day they will always remember.
With the babies cry with its first breath of life,
There's a dad trying to work out how to tell his wife.
A family is born, and a family is broken,
this is all because, of that bloody rose.
written 14th of February 2017
Copyright © D.A Hopkins | Year Posted 2016
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