Title: A rose for the lady?
by Aimee from Surrey | in writing, poetry
Bloodstained skin,
Guard up,
Let no-one in,
Pursed lips,
Disapprove.
Secrets and lies,
Curl in the centre,
Untouchable
Spikes stab,
Slit open intruders,
A reclusive widow,
Silenced beauty,
Lady in red,
Exchanged for love,
A lost sensation,
Through all her grief,
She turns from the sun,
To wilt,
To die,
To re-unite.
The irony of how closed up red roses are, and they are given for open love.
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