Sterling silver rose pricks the soft skin of the receiver. Given out of guilt from lust it seems to be only proper. Rotten sweet smelling thing brings with it resentment. Hearts torn to deep this time for the seamstress to repair...
Bleeding from within she smiles in her prettiest fake smile. Not wanting to lose this sick sense of phony suburban security. No where to go this time, no friends left, no where to hide. She puts on the act of the dummy not looking into the lie..
Blue rose seems to mock her interior, blue inside yet sweet smelling. Almost ironic to look into its bud, then you'll see it's been cut and dying inside. Phone rings and he runs to it, this time she's glad for the peace of the moment. She feels there is no where to go, no friends to call, no where for her to cry....
I could really feel her despair, I almost wanted to reach into the poem to comfort her. (You also did a supurb job in photographing the twilight). Simply magnificent! Ron
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Excellent write my friend,
Sharon;)
This is absolutely beautiful...
I enjoy reading your words..
Beautiful photo as well...
Trixie
So beautiful... This piece is...
the stick is painful...
Peg
Love, Light & Blessings, Janet xoxoxo