Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Rose Pedals

Like a wild rose
Set before you
You can look
Behold its beauty
Its scarlet red pedals
Catch your eyes attention
With the soft touch
Of your warm flesh
You may caress it
With every embrace
Flows out specks of blood
Small thorns seep slowly
Into your finger
Pain outweighs the beauty

1 comment:

Gustavus said...

and good luck to you as well. Enjoy Highschool while it lasts. I don't miss the building or the classes but never again will you have so many people with common experience as you have now. In college you meet all kinds of people with diferent upbrining and while that isn't neccisarily bad its not the same as simply chatting with people whoom you have grown up with.