Etching the feelings of love
Of needing into the girl’s soul
Softly, the flower sang
Songs of memories past
And the journey ahead
Gently, the flower touched
Its petals soft, luring the girl
Giving warmth and comfort
Quickly, the flower stung
Thorns embedded deep into flesh
Drawing precious blood
Tightly, the flower gripped
Draining the girl dry
Leaving her nothing to depend on
Sadly, the girl died
Embraced by the flower
Forever locked in deception.
2 comments:
One song came to mind as I read this "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" by Poison, it talks of a bad relationship the lead singer had. I imagine this poem to mean near or just the same. Absolutely love it
Very nice I like it. It's sad and lovely at the same time.
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