Twisted Rose Petals by TheAmazingKristie, literature
Literature
Twisted Rose Petals
The roses grow, I know
this bliss, a single kiss
to the petals,
they wilt
purple from red, they are dead
they are dry, but why
the hatred kills,
they die
Inside the mind, behind those eyes
the tears flow, don't let them know
of this, but now joy
takes over
Another kiss, the happiness
brings them back, no longer black,
with death,
they are red...once again.
I seem to question recently ... What purpose these feelings have been for... The empathy- the deep feeling of remorse for everyone's problems around me... I can sense it- I can feel everything... The bike rides that used to make me happy... - I ride for an hour a day.. at least... today I've got about seventy minutes... but... it's been so somber... it's been .. an angry push up the hill... feeling all the pain in my legs.. shouting at me to stop.. but I push on... I push on... but when I reach the top... I descend from the hill in tears... the pain piercing my soul so relentlessly... The feelings... When I look into my mothers ey
I have talked to you about this before.. .. - Plus I'm not a real artist- Just look at muh watchers!- They are only my friends!.. . >w< - Dat shows to me I ain't no real artsist. :3