Thorny Red RoseA Poem by LivingDeath
A thorny red rose
lays in my path down the road I walk. Closer and closer I get its petals pull me in until I'm within reach. Bruised and broke from the rocky path I yell from the pain. I will not touch the rose I don't wish to feel the thorns I will resist the petals. How long will it be till the red rose wilts, how long will it be till I cave in.
© 2010 LivingDeathAuthor's Note
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Added on April 25, 2010Last Updated on April 26, 2010 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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