Rose's Dripping Thorns Poem by Alicia Roseberry
Rose's Dripping Thorns
i see the crimson color,
drinches my clothes,
the thorns prick my fingers,
the petals soften my skin,
and stain it red,
the thorns are like metal wire,
that is starting to tire,
but the roses never catch on fire,
not like the fire in my skin,
running the crimson petals,
mixing with razors,
rose's dripping thorns.
Friday, March 13, 2009
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