BROKEN BOTTLES

broken bottles hold black roses
from a dark and dreary past
the roses never wilting for
the love is unsurpassed

Their lives are untouched by Change

As some may find it strange

that the bottle holds a pint of blood

to nourish its tainted bud

These roses have lived forever

and will for eternity

They will not wilt and crumble

their meaning remaining humble

For them Death will not come

as it would for some

But these roses held by broken bottles

and fed by tarnished blood

Goes to show that only the broken and eternal

Hold a darker truth

 

 

Reviews

[Everchanging Disaster]

I like it...It's very dark and yet the rhyme scheme and meter are somewhat bouncy to me. I like the contrast.

Thanks for sharing!

-Loeva