the rose...

i had to write a sonnet in summer school, then read it out loud, my teacher seemed worried, and alittle scared...

your warm hands holding mine
my cold hands now dripping
dripping onto you. the blade made a straight line
tears are coming down your face, your crying!

the warmth thats in my hands slipped
onto yours. you know what you did.
you know that the pain ripped
it all apart. you can tell the pain has broken the threshold lid.

the rose we once had, the red
now darker, the thorns sharper than ever.
the little puddle of blood kept the rose fed.
the thorns, no matter how sharp, would never cut. never.

the rose fell to the floor
now, you walk out the door.

Author's Note

hai, i'm sorry if it has any spelling errors. but this is like... my first time trying to write a sonnet, so, i'm sorry if its bad. but review it, and rate it how ever you'd like, i'm ok with critizism!!