Tall grass ripples through my fingers
As I walk forward
Walking leisurely without a care
All problems I discard
Enjoying the fragrance
Until I reach the white roses
How they smell of your scent
And hold their elegant poses
I pick one up, what a mistake
Rabidness at the smell of blood
Instantly filled with hate
Blood red tears stain the pedals
Amber fire rages through my eyes
And here I am surrounded by you
I lose my disguise
Drop my fascade and drop to my knees
What painful memories
All that is left is to burn it all down
A shame such beauty is sent to the ground
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Submission Name: Garden of Roses
