The Bloody RoseA Poem by Elle M.....What I hold in my hand does not have a voice Yet it still cries out in pain and agony It's voice maybe silent but I can still hear it
It does not have a heart But still beats with life It does not have a mind But thinks better then us It does not have lungs But still breathes to live
It can wither and die and turns grey with age in life it has color and can never be changed
A rose is a thing of beauty and love But those of beauty have the sharpest thorns Roses may look perfect but they still have their flaws They still bleed when they are cut Roses are just like us...
© 2012 Elle M.Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 23, 2012 Last Updated on October 5, 2012 AuthorElle M.Seattle, WAAboutName: my real name will never be place on my profile! Elle is my alias! Age: 256 years old! Jk between 10 and 30 Apearance: short... Location: a small homestead in the middle of NOWHERE! Race: who.. more..Writing
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