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Tainted and stained blood red, pedals fall as tears. Covered in hurtful thorns. Piercing, pricking, puncturing. Something so beautiful, now so ugly. Innocence, to passion, to pain. Attractiveness found behind its dangerous barriers, wilting each passing day away. War is like a dying rose.
Victoria Bissell
Dying Rose
squiggle added this comment 2008-12-11 14:43:37-06:00
Thanks! I wrote this poem about a book I read.
jenny93 added this comment 2008-12-10 13:30:09-06:00
wow this is amazing so deep and heartfelt... love it :)
jess4896 added this comment 2011-04-13 02:45:22-05:00
kool
squiggle added this comment 2008-12-11 14:43:37-06:00
Thanks! I wrote this poem about a book I read.
jenny93 added this comment 2008-12-10 13:30:09-06:00
wow this is amazing so deep and heartfelt... love it :)
jess4896 added this comment 2011-04-13 02:45:22-05:00
kool