Of Blood And Roses Poem by L.J. Miller
Of Blood And Roses
Her hair was filled with flowers
Her fingers thorns
She called me to her
I was torn
She whispered gently
Things I couldn't hear
Curiously
I moved near
She grabbed me
Covering me in bruises
Smelled she
Of Blood and Roses
I didn't think to run
To leave this place
Didn't strive for the sun
Just for her face
Her hands tore at my chest
Her scent filled my nose
I tried my best
To ignore the Blood and Roses
She layed me down
Pushed me deep
Into the ground
To sleep
She kept me there
I hoped it didn't show
As I layed raw and bare
I loved the smell of Blood and Roses
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5/2/2024 9:40:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow...simple, very haunting good taste of context! ! ! amazingly done...this was so different than the usual ones! ! ! and the title is amazing too! it's really rich, raw and so heavy souled!