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Wicked Rose
Her petals glisten, by the glow of the moon.
Beauty in her eyes, that was gone before noon.
Soft and fragrant, with the smell of sweet night air.
The dew she cried, with feelings of despair.
Her stem firm, carrying her heart.
Yet damaged and tainted, it was torn and scarred.
Leaves, shaky and trembling, wilting with hurt.
Anger pumped through her veins and came out in spurts.
Jealousy inside her, cutting like a sword.
Sharpened were her thorns, fiercly drawing blood.
Published 29th May 2012
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29th May 2012 11:03pm
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21st Jan 2013 3:55am
Thanx so much for ur comment, and for taking the time to read it. I'm glad u like it. =)
20th Nov 2013 5:41pm
very well written, beautiful and highly detailed context really moved me. great poem.
1st Dec 2013 4:54pm
