Black Roses Red
White roses lay like wounded men
Scattered by the wind
Cowering from silent footsteps
Creeping close to them
Mascara smudged tears
Flowing down a heartbroken face
Expressions hidden
By a veil of lace
Blackened roses lay like wounded men
Scattered by saddened wind
Cowering from the silent footsteps
Stooping next to them
A blade flashes before their eyes
Slicing smooth pale skin
Tears.Smothered black
While calm eyes resemble ice
Red roses lay like wounded men
Scattered by rough wind
Cowering from a heartbroken teen
Suicidal, next to them
Danielle Jade
30th December 2009
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