My Bloody Valentine
the roses scream in silken wails
red-stained whispers, love impaled
thorns still buried in my spine
a gift from you, my valentine
your kisses bled, your touch was steel
soft as razors, sharp and real
your vow, a noose of silk and lace
tightened in a last embrace
petals wilt in crimson streams
love runs deeper than it seems
with every thorn, a sweet refrain—
i’d die to feel your touch again
My Bloody Valentine Poetry Contest
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