Bouquet full of roses, red roses, for her
was laid down in her hands in tender glory;
handed to her by the mad loved one.
Tended with eternal care and pure love,
still withered under her delicate touch.
Slowly they died like infected incurable shallow disease;
her hands turned cold as pale blood rushed-
who knew, they were already poisoned by his love?
–bouquet of poison
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Poetrythis is the collection of memories, loving, dark, bittersweet and haunting, of a fifteen year old to the steps of seventeen as the forces of the world possessed her life to believe. ✨3RD PLACE in POETRY: The Ace Awards 2020 #49 poetic 21/12/19 C...
