Dying red Rose

A red rose held in her hand

The rose that was given by her man

Memories flood her mind as she looks at it

So bright and happy their love is to be

Life goes on and things are changing

The red rose was like no other

The man gave her a red rose for love

As long as they love one another the rose stays the red color

As days go on and time passes by

The rose is losing it's color

Everyday the red fades

Turning into a black

The girl looks back at her hands

In the pass she seen

She looked at what was the red rose

Black as it could be

A tear falls from her eyes

Not till then did she understand

The black rose held in her hand

A tears falls from her dark eyes

The rose stayed alive because of the love it was given

Not to the rose

But the love the woman and man felt

Sadness over whelms

She drops the black rose on the ground

Turning her back to the rose and walks away

Wishing she could have saved the rose

Wishing it would have stayed red

Now it lays on the cold dry ground

Dead

Author's Note

Sorry for the bad spelling and Grammar, hope you like it!

Reviews

[Layla J Omorose]

its was an okay poem but i think would have flowed better had it read more as a small story, especially since as i was reading it the poem read more like a story than a poem. there were a few spots grammar errors but it wasn't too many.

[Cassiopia Summers]

It paints a nice picture, sad though that her love died.

[Bridget Mcmaken]

thank you.

[Cassiopia Summers]

You are welcome. :) Keep up the good work.

[trainwreck]

I enjoyed this! Your story in this was really well told, and it had smooth transitions.

[Bridget Mcmaken]

glad you liked the poem. send me a message to tell me what you think of the book so far. glad you like it. thank you for your review