YK (18-10-1993 / Leeds)

Dark Red Rose

On the ground lay a dark red rose,
With petals of dark blood red,
The story of her, no one knows,
For years it has not been said,

One time she had stood proud and tall,
And she had a purpose in life,
But now she lays whithered and small,
She has suffered pain and strife,

She had given a rose to her love,
Because of her he was a part,
She was sure he had been sent from above,
With his kind, angelic heart,

He said their love would last forever,
And together they would stay,
But then his life began to whither,
And death got in their way,

Her tears and sadness became the petals,
Her anger became the thorns,
Her heart became hard like the hardest metals,
And for eternity she mourns,

On the ground lay a dark red rose,
With petals of dark blood red,
And her painfully hard secret you now know,
For to you I have just said,

by Yasmin Khodaie

Comments (1)

'her tears and sadness became the petals her anger became the thorns' i love those lines!