Queen of HeartsA Poem by Ashira MacyHow long ago were those sun painted days we spent Backs pressed against the long grass Gazing up at the hanging red roses, Singing to us of their flowery ways? You would cut one down for me And she wouldn't mind her measured death, For she knew you felt naught but love. Her thorns retracted in peaceful acceptance. Then came that dark war, Spiriting you away like some evil specter Or those jealous will-o'-the-wisps Leading you on to promised demise. The day they told me was the day he swept in All blundering and nervous in his regal garb. He handed me that rose of wedding white Promise of a good life ringing from his lips. I took no pause in accepting my fate And as he bid me adieu I grasped that angry bud. Sharp thorns dug into my skin in vengeance As blood seeped down its browning stem. But I did not cry, no my sanity died with you, So I threw my head towards the sky and laughed, Smearing blood against the brilliant white petals… Because I always preferred my roses painted red. © 2014 Ashira MacyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAshira MacyMartinez, CAAboutI am 24 years old and just getting back into writing after not using the skill for a few years, so I am a bit rusty. I am excited to share my new work as well as some old with this community and would.. more..Writing
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