Dusty Rose

darkrose

I plucked the petals from the rose,
On a desk, I let the few crisp.
The red bleeds as a crumple them,
Within my white-knuckled fist.
My heart keeps rhythm.

anOmis

Originally posted by darkrose
I plucked the petals from the rose,
On a desk, I let the few crisp.
The red bleeds as a crumple them,
Within my white-knuckled fist.
My heart keeps rhythm.

i really liked yer poem.darkrose.
*S*)
ITS defrent and smooth.

darkrose

Thanks, anOmis