#redroses
I had a change of heart
I don't want to die with a bleeding heart
Or a messy mind containing dying flowers
and a cloudy fog.
I want love like Red Roses
Classic and Stunningly beautiful
I crave for it like
sugar to the mouth
leading to pleasure to the core
pleasure to the core
Blossom in front of me
and I will cry in awe
(just for you)
Let me touch the pretty Red Roses
to make my love true.
- Never question my true feelings for you.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
I belong to
The gusty
Winds, that
Whisper
Sweet nothings
To me,
I belong to
The red of
My roses
And the
Captivating
Aroma they
Emanate,
I belong to
The soil, and
The way it
Nurtures and
Even accepts
The dead,
I belong to
The rain, which
Quenches the
Thirst of the
Parched soil,
I belong to
Him, who
Loves my
Soul, despite
Of the scars
Which sullied
It, and can kiss
Those scars
Back to whole.
// Belong
-Sayali Parkar
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC
Crusty brown mud covers injured soil
stopping the red roses from blooming.
Shovels pry at the ground
desperate to feel the thorns.
Tortured and torn;
the dirt is slowly dying
as roses roll down hills
leaving trails of red petals.
Staring above;
Enjoying the sensation
Loving the beauty
And fighting the desire to continue.
Calm winds carry voices;
Quickly the petals are washed away
and roses are plucked
as new mulch hides
The abused soil.
Watch the dirt heal
Wait for the chance
Take the shovel
And dig up the red roses
Relish in the thorns
And repeat the damage.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC