Beauty Bleeds

As choking weeds of blame are bled the garden begins to slowly grow despite urban glass - suburban stones with sweet rains of love it must be fed.. …but a weed never completely dies they breathe to inflict a constant pain strangle the petals and steal the rain... deep rooted hate and brambles that bite. . A garden in its prime will mimic clouds black blossom lips midst white satin shrouds Just when we think we've captured Eden the asp of drought arrives to bleed beauty out. In our fragile minds the constant battle between devil's claw and heaven's petals.