Dangling roses
Dangling roses
Dangling high
they always lie
withered and dry
so many at a time.
Once alive
flourished over my head like light
I was safe at night
with roses by my side.
Brown and torn
my heart only mourns
reaching for them I only
find thorns.
Why do they make
fun of me tonight
I thought love did what was right
however holding on tight
thorns make me bleed as I die.