Literature
Roses
Roses
I cry roses
The petals slowly falling from my cheeks
White tears of loneliness
Petals, bruised and cut
Scars of emotion
I bleed roses, too
They seep from my wrists,
My mouth
Crimson petals pouring from every orifice
Graceful in their tragedy
I’m full of flowers
I want to let them out
But I will waste them if I do
Then you come along
You pick up all my petals
You weave them through my hair
And say, “Give me your flowers”
“I will make beautiful things out of your sadness”
“I will make you happy”
Now, the roses bloom in full
They heal my scars
They dry my tears
Beautiful buds flourishing from e
