She is my friend
With whom I shared my every moment
She is some one
Who is more than my life
She don't want to hurt me
So, every time she lied with me
When i expressed my love with this rose
She lied again and accepted my love
But there is no love in her eyes
And my red rose is on the road
She don't want to see the tears in my eyes
So, she lied again and said that she will never leave me
She don't want to see me moody
So, she lied again and said that she cares for me more than anyone
But I can see the truth that she never loved me
And my red rose is still on the road
Why she is doing this? She never talked to me
And I know that she is lying everytime but I cannot ask her
Every day I am with a fresh red rose
Just to plant my true love in her as this rose
But everytime my rose is thrown on the road
When I asked her
She lied again and said this was never done by her
So where is my red rose
Where is my true love
And I found it is still on the road
Now its not red but black
My request to her to come back with my true love
Where I can wait for this till my last breath
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Family secrets told
Through your hearts spew
A white wild orchid
Bruised and stained with brown,
Its virgin petals touched….
Emerging blooms will frown
Mama lily beat purple,
Her seedlings green;
Siblings often wonder -
Why is he so mean?
As the wind carries seedlings
Away from garden’s home;
Lily’s tears water contused soil
Her heart becomes eroded loam
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Wounded whispers weep
Longing affirmation from you
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*few thoughts on domestic violence*
Owing you a letter,
No time,
A postcard for now.
I picked the one with a bright red tulip,
I thought about your yellow ones,
The ones with red streaks.
They sound beautiful.
My tulip plants have two buds.
One bloomed
But was sun bleached pink,
The other didn’t open at all.
The drought still takes it’s toll,
Even into spring.
If I silt my throat and lay in a bath of flowers
There you could see the red leak out for hours
Crimson rings about my fingers
I watch myself as death delivers
Into the deep darkness where I shall depart
Wrinkled skin washed in brine
upon the edge of the bath a glass of red wine
No more pain, no more doubt
No more silent words I shout
Would see the beauty in what I’ve done
Could you see that my depression has won?
No not today I think I’ll stay
Now put those suicidal thoughts away
Your not done on this earthy place
I struggle to put a smile on my face