The Rose

a poem about a girl im not so sure loves me.... seems too good to be true but we shall see

bullets, and hearts

lifeless bodies piled in carts

a lonlely mortition chewing over sweet tarts,

ironic, bitter sweet

blood can boil if you can bring the heat

and the dead can move, provided with a heart beat

black roses on my grave

mourn my loss on this day

blood dripping from my heart every which way

injured, batterd, buised and tattered 

you destroyed it all like it never even mattered 

falling roses in the sky

drops of blood spatter my eye

i told you i would love you until i die

my word is true, i was nobody until i found you

but you dont love me do you

bloody petals on the floor

you say nothing because you love me no more 

heart beat stops

face flops

knees weak and my body drops

exctacsy to heartbreak 

fearless too forsake

death is welcome but never comes

your the woman to seduce, but never succumbs 

to entrap but never loves 

it makes no sence like poisonous doves

looks to thrill 

designed to kill 

you say that you wont but i know that you will

your heart constricts mine till it lays still

your auburn eyes can paralyze

your intoxicating presence washes over me like the tides 

lips so beautiful, do they speak nothing but lies?

so seductive you hold my heart as it dies

cunning and deceptive crocodile tears instigate angel cries 

the personification of beauty 

the face of an angel 

the heart of the devil

your siren song, sang to my heart sweet and long 

draws me in, i cant resist for it is too strong

i want you to love me

to breath me

im writhing 

and seething 

seeking

and weeping

thinking as im dreaming

on what my dependence on you is meaning

i want to hate you but your part of my being

and now i am seeing

that i must catch the falling rose in the wind

present it to you, and steal your heart then

The blood on the petals are angel tears

for the fallen angel has realised her fears

she has fallen for a mortal 

a boy

who was nothing more than a toy

being played to her ploy

and she takes this defeat with joy

the blackest heart has been turned pure

fallen angel fell for my lure 

my arrow aimed at her heart oh so sure

and she is mine.... forever more 

Author's Note

i think i belong in a different century

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[Michael Leon Wilson]

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