Crimson red with sharp thorns,
A token of beauty and passion,
A subtle menace when left unshorn,
Presented to your lover with a rosy envision.
A smile, blush, eyes with glow,
Beautiful view with twinkling lights,
As I lay in the vase on the window,
Euphoric feelings fade away with the night.
Dried & withered, petals falling off,
Now enveloped in the pages of a book,
A nostalagic scent, carasses soft,
But darkness around wherever I look.
Sunrays pierce like a bittersweet wonder,
Dried petals swiftly wet with rain,
Efforts to stop the thunder,
All in powerless vain.
Snatched from the vague comfort,
A glimpse of memories on the wall,
Crushed with all the efforts,
A rumble of pain echoes as I fall.