Monday, September 25, 2017


red rose
Source: f0r-you

I picked a rose just for you.
A symbol of me and you.
Soft as the petals are your skin.
As precious as the pistol within.
It rises to meet the sun’s face.
No one can ever take its place.
Open and spread your leaves apart.
I can feel the beat of your heart.
Two hearts joined as one.
My job is now done.

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