I was a rose
Turned black with decay
Until my petals fell to the dirt
And I stood naked
In front of your audience
I was a rose
Watered with vinegar
Fed with cyanide
Loved by your ego
And broken by your hands
I was a rose
Torn from the roots
Cut off at the stem
Dead before I was alive
And rotten before I was ripe
I was a rose
Stabbed by my own thorns
Bleeding from the inside
Draining my crimson color
Into your palms
I was your rose
Painted black by your lips
Brushed to dark perfection
My expiration date long passed
As you sniffed my last breath away.
I was your rose.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
I was a rose
Turned black with decay
Until my petals fell to the dirt
And I stood naked
In front of your audience
I was a rose
Watered with vinegar
Fed with cyanide
Loved by your ego
And broken by your hands
I was a rose
Torn from the roots
Cut off at the stem
Dead before I was alive
And rotten before I was ripe
I was a rose
Stabbed by my own thorns
Bleeding from the inside
Draining my crimson color
Into your palms
I was your rose
Painted black by your lips
Brushed to dark perfection
My expiration date long passed
As you sniffed my last breath away.
I was your rose.
Request permission to use this poem