ROSES FOR ASHES

The metal blade That kissed your skin Will nor remove the pain Nor form scars To match the ones Formed by betrayal upon Your heart The seeping blood So crimson Enticing Will not wash away They way that tears do The sadness you may feel Spent on people who Mistreat you But they are fools And so beneath you And their razor blade tongues Cut into you But you will rise above Their hurtful words Like blood red roses In the snow And from the ashes of Your broken self We'll see the fire of Your beautiful spirit And we'll have roses for ashes then © 2011 Vincent S. Coster

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