Shes prefect like a diamond in the sky
Only one fault lies behind those perfect eyes
A wilted rose she is
Broken and protected with thorns dull but piercing to the heart
Blank paper fills her books
Flattened petals caress the pages with a gentle horror
Filling them with life and color; beauty and deception
Making the moon shine bright in the sky
As you look deep into thyne eyes
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die.
A ludicrous little dream that worms its way deep into our deepest desires
You crave her like the hunter craves the hunted
The wind that whistles through her hair
Sweet nothingness fills the air
Holding onto the stem as it impinges through your skin
Infecting your blood like wildfire
Spreading through your body
Sending pain and agony to the farthest corners of your mind.
Blinding you , creating a poison, a evil, a secret delight
You are bereft of reason, why not indulge in this esoteric being
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts lead to untold places and unsaid histories
Faith placing footsteps in place for us to follow
Picking roses along the way
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I love this one so much! so pretty, great imagery!
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