My heart
It sweats of acid
It no longer heals
The pain
Is all I gain
Intriguing
The spirits leave my heart
Only a shell
Only living an Abyss
A hell
All roses are black
Sacred color
Filled with darkness
No pain
No glee
Just a flower
The reds are hurt
They bleed to their petals
Filled with pain
Ones they cannot control
Authority rules…
The White is pure
Filled with love
It has no problems
But indeed a heart
Roses are used to release lust
No matter the color
What do they resemble?
What rose are you?
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