Bleeding RosesA Poem by Shayla Sayerthe flower bleeds life is dripping from its stem but--my hand grips it tighter tighter crushing all hope of recovery. the flower bleeds i hand the flower to him my lover smiles but inside he dies... i am the cause of his destruction. the flower dies wilting i smile-- this is the only thing that im good at... death and destruction. © 2011 Shayla SayerReviews
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4 Reviews Added on May 5, 2011 Last Updated on May 5, 2011 AuthorShayla SayerFontana, CAAbouti love to write. i have been penning down my feelings since i was 13. in my own opinion, writing is sort of like love and wine--it only gets better with age. more..Writing
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