Death of Beauty

Roses are Red

The thorns are painful

Bury it on my death bed

Because love is pitiful

She sure was a beauty

turned by a beast

She used to be a cutie

Living in the east

Only knowing peace

Always full of hope

Confused when it all died in a lease

Happiness was stripped from her with a rope

She died from herself

I know because I saw it myself

Reviews

[Raj Sahu]

The rhyme of poem is very well. The structure of sonnet is amazing. Altogether a beautiful work by a poet. Keep writing. We expect such more from you. 😊😊