Jun 2015
a thorn of a broken rose
dug into my skin and i suddenly froze.
the crimson drips down my icy arm,
why is it that beauty can cause such harm?
stained with blood i blossom with the same hues as the rose,
to expose my hurt and represent a flower so beautiful is juxtaposed.
dug into my skin and i suddenly froze.
the crimson drips down my icy arm,
why is it that beauty can cause such harm?
stained with blood i blossom with the same hues as the rose,
to expose my hurt and represent a flower so beautiful is juxtaposed.
it's ironic that something so beautiful can cause such harm to you.
kind of like a lover, so beautiful; but rips your heart straight out of your chest when they're done with you.
kind of like a lover, so beautiful; but rips your heart straight out of your chest when they're done with you.
