Mar 2019
500.
500 roses.
500 lives
to die today.
500 loves
to wilt away.
Love can stay,
quite possibly remain
forever, but
we let it die
right in front of our eyes.
500 roses
across the face of the earth.
500 bright, fiery reds
crumble to deafening black.
No coming back.
500 roses.
500 lives
to die today.
500 loves
to wilt away.
Love can stay,
quite possibly remain
forever, but
we let it die
right in front of our eyes.
500 roses
across the face of the earth.
500 bright, fiery reds
crumble to deafening black.
No coming back.
For a picture prompt, of a field of Rose's and the number 500, for whatever it inspired and this is what inspired me. I just wrote whatever came to mind so it isn't my best, but I still like it a lot.
(14/F/The depths of my iNsAnItY)
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