Bleeding RoseA Story by Clare the ArtistThese roses bleed like tears bleed as it runs down Its sharp thorns stripping away my pain...slowly The pain subsiding These roses drenched in blood
They turn as black as my hatred is deep for you Each one bleeding...bleeding for you Bleeding as if it was the only thing they could do Each rose slowly becoming dry
Dry as if having no will to live Dry as if each petal is about to break But its center will always be A bleeding rose © 2012 Clare the ArtistReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 23, 2012 Last Updated on March 23, 2012 AuthorClare the ArtistPlano , TXAboutHi im 16. I like to draw. Write music. Play sports. Loves to have fun. Doesn't like drama at all. Chill person. My fav type of music is Rock but doesn't mind any other kind. I would like to be an auth.. more..Writing
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