THE BLOODY ROSE by andy washburn Daylight, The morning dew is here, we shiver in the cold, we cling to each other, alone we are, no sign of another, just a single rose is growing, on the headstone of a grave, i stare into your eyes as you gaze at the flower, you notice it's withering, you know of its pain, i see the anger from within you , i see all your shame, i only can hold you, and tell you of the love i have inside, i do this to ease your tension, as the thorns of the rose dig into your wrist, you want it all ended, i cry at your pain, i need your happiness, i want you again,,,,,,,,, THE END
THE BLOODY ROSE
by andy washburn
Daylight, The morning dew is here, we shiver in the cold, we cling to each other, alone we are, no sign of another, just a single rose is growing, on the headstone of a grave, i stare into your eyes as you gaze at the flower, you notice it's withering, you know of its pain, i see the anger from within you , i see all your shame, i only can hold you, and tell you of the love i have inside, i do this to ease your tension, as the thorns of the rose dig into your wrist, you want it all ended, i cry at your pain, i need your happiness, i want you again,,,,,,,,, THE END