As red as Roses, It flows
In a dimly lit hall, I lay heaving
"Angels don't belong here..."
His voice rings, Piercing the silence
As red as Rubies, Glistening,
Seeping through the white
Of my silk wedding dress
Escaping, Running down my temple,
Splashes on the white tile,
A dew of moisture, With a thud
A flutter, A soft caress,
Down my cold, clammy flesh
"Such a pity..." He murmurs,
"Oh Rose, Blood Rose"
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Author:
Aradhya (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this was from a book i read about a young girl caled 'Rose' murdered on her wedding day, though i don't remember the book name or specific details as i read and wrote this a few years back. not my best work i believe (from a very young me lol), but this'll do.
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Comments1
Wow, your imagery is so vivid and lucid! I literally adore the way you draw inspiration from movies and books. Most of my poems just come from the dark places in my mind, lol. But truly you have a talent, never stop writing!
thank you rocky for your kind words! your words never fail to give me a smile and i saw what you did there! dark place or not, your works are amazing! and you too rocky keep on making wonderfuller (if this is even a word lol) works!
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