roses

A Poem by merve

It's about the hope you have to reach the light while hurting yourself but in the end it's all a betrayel.

Walking down the aisle of thorns
With the gashes leaving me ache
Assuming the red was exodus
And the green were to soothe
The melody in my ears
Apprise me with the longing
I did gainsay the fears
Thinking this is the bold's road
This hoax I loved
And this hoax I praised
Neglected to pass the trial
As I couldn't reckon
The red was black at night
Leaving the green be the viper