...Dedicated to those who Know...
"Inhale The Scent of Crumpled Rose"
a doll of porcelain, childish dreams
breaks the soul, gives way to screams
spooned out hollows once held hope
seeping crimson, they dare to cope
hear their piercing, dying cries
like sweetened honey, murderous lies
cling with desparate, broken claws
too laughable these blasphemed laws
rip the pain from withered hearts
defiling life before it starts
absent of breath, the wounded rests
a beaten sigh upon their chests
inhale the festering stench of those
living life as a crumpled rose
bereft of joy and loves embrace
lain to rest in soiled lace
~END~
A/N: if you don't understand this poem, please contact me. i want no misinterpretation. it is for those who do understand the meaning of the poem and what it stands for. it is NOT a happy poem. it is merely a way for me to express to those who Know and/or understand that i am with them and send my whole heart to them tho i am not with them in terms of completely understanding. punctuation is what it is...or isn't. thank you.
Write to Live; Live to Read: Poetry
A gathering of poetic people who help each other grow in their poetic ablilites.
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