The Pigment Beneath
~~A life with love with have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses~~
-Anonymous
The rose that is my poetic story:
Violet petals fall from the heavens,
Beautiful, to say the least,
As they leave a fresh scent behind.
Reminding me of new comings,
And regretful leavings...
This new scent,
It feels as if a rain is washing my skin,
Scrubbing away the flesh,
Showing the true being below,
The bright colors of my soul,
The shape of my spirit.
With the future ahead,
Bygones being bygones,
The past is gone.
Now begins the next journey,
The next chapter we've all been waiting for.
These simple petals,
So violet, so pure,
Bringing more than a sweet scent.
They bring change.
They bring memories.
They finally help the wounds heal after all this time…
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