Rose In Pink
You think I would be happy
To see you there naked
Perfect white curves afloat
Flawed by the life you spilt
Cut by thorns of a rose that wilts
Lying there in contrast
White flesh adorned in a dress of crim-sin red
The river flowed deep to me
It flowed
Flowed further than I could ever see
It brought warmth to the twinkling tears that fell
Collecting in a pool I call a wishing well
Wishing well that this wasn't the end
That I could make amends
I give to you a rose in pink
No thorns
I mourn
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