Remnamts of the Rose

April 30, 2009
My life is like a rose,
Elegant crimson like blood in the snow.
It begins beautiful,
With soft petals,
Like a mothers love.
Then it all falls apart,
Piece by piece,
Wilting into a hidious
remainder of what it used to be.
The beautiful red now fades to black,
Like a starless, moonless night.
And then, the petals
Slowly
Fall
Away,
Leaving a deminished corpse
of what it used to be.





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xXsmileXx This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 10, 2009 at 7:26 pm
Its a really good poem...and hey, some of the best poems in the world are depressing. And at least its true. Good work!
 
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