Rose Heart
My withering rose heart reeks,
the heartbeats prick me like thorns.
Poets like me,
personify the reds, pinks, whites
and add life to a morbid demise.
I raise my muse to a pedestal,
glorify fireflies & belittle the sky.
I am becoming like every flower:
fragrant & splendid,
carefully chosen in full bloom
but only to be placed on the death-bed.
I ike your Poem. Grat, keep on going
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