The rose bush
As i stormed the hedges
With a sharp edged blade
it shreds each End of the stems
I can feel the damper at every tip
A curling sound cutting through our troubles
Despite my strange actions you would know something was wrong
Only that Vexation makes you work to the bone just to forget
The cold sweat on my fingertips felt wet,
Then Suddenly looking down at my hands
covered with blood no feeling or pain as the thorns pricked me ,
I was so washed away
As she had filled my mind with thoughts
Not feeling the pain
She left behind
YOU ARE READING
For her
PoetryAn introduction for her, To Capture the deepest and darkest moments Scenes from the past , present and future ... Poems and plays..... that play out in his and her thought Different point of views
