Why Must The Roses Be Red?A Poem by December BlaizeWhen all color is lost in the meaning And words are deemed unworthy, When the clouds obscure tainted halos And thorns grace flesh beneath lies, Our twisted stems will intertwine. What has become of the purity, The innocence gracefully stained? What has become of the memories, The promises mercilessly destroyed? Tears are no longer enough to bleed. Why must we battle with blood When we could smile with delight? Why must we scream with passion When we could sing with sincerity? In the end we all wilt the same. © 2012 December Blaize |
StatsAuthorDecember BlaizeNCAboutI've been pretty much inactive for a while now. If you're reading this, thank you for your time, and I hope you enjoy my writing, but just know that I have no plans to post anything new at the moment.. more..Writing
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