Searching aimlessly
Through blood
For the reflection of a rose
And in finding it
I will find love
But ****** roses have thorns
And those cause ****** fingers

The rose petals fell
Then froze in midair
Eyes glowing blue
Cheeks flushed
Hair so soft
Skin so pale
She was lovely
Above the bore
She was withering away
Along with her misery

And then i died
Not in the cliché sense of death
In old age, ******, disease or idiocy
But in a way that i won't understand
My heart just broke
And i could feel the pieces stabbing my insides
Their sharp, ragged edges scrapping against my bones
If i were to cry, nothing would change
And if he were to come back
I'd die
But out of disgust

I have nothing to say
No ideas
No words
My mind has no thoughts
And you'll click off
"Stupid Harumi! That Aussie has nothing to say"
I'll weep, but not really
More like chortle
Because tomorrow i will have something good to say

Superficial beauty
Stunning on the outside
Hideous truth lies behind those eyeliner-framed eyes

Where do we go?
What do we do?
Sometimes were pink
Others times are blue
Sorry if this poem gives you a bore
But of course my intentions were to make you snore

I am the pale rose
I am rebellious
I shall not wilt during winter
But i'll nap all through spring