(99) A Crushed RoseA Poem by Chris Smith Welshpoetcs
A crushed rose lies on the snow
Broken petals red like blood She lies defeated, a lost glow Grasping thorns that cut her skin Her heart lies hurt and tattered Only a white robe from the cold No love, for it never mattered Her body now a victim to the chill Feeling rejecting and cast aside Bitter feelings are now her curse Like the rose, she feels dead inside Uncaring of the cruel touch of Winter No one could mend her ruined heart No one could now warm this lost soul She will forever feel she is torn apart From the uncaring one who did her wrong copyright Chris Smith 2008 © 2011 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsFeatured Review
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Added on April 27, 2011Last Updated on May 5, 2011 Tags: gothic AuthorChris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..Writing
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