• dawn_dreamer 6w

    What Rose are you
    Sporting a thousand thorns
    Beneath a red visage
    That captures a million hearts?
    Feeble fingers extend to embrace.
    The blood flows,
    Rushes past the softness of red
    That your beauty is.
    The veins split open,
    The eyes refuse to close.
    A world of colors...grey with pain
    Where a fair arm still holds a Rose
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