a prick from the thorn draws blood ... bringing the finger to my mouth... i lick the crimson flow... the taste of rust on my tongue...
touching the silky surface of the leaf... i remember the softness of your skin... as you lay there while i watch you sleeping... smiling like it's a secret you've been keeping...
the velvety petals feel like your hair... as they brush against my face while you turn... with a smile that takes my breath away... as i lost myself in your embrace...
burying my face in its fragrance... like breathing you in... as i press my face against your neck... and taste the sweetness of your kiss...
holding the rose in my palm... i gently caress its beauty... then i crush it cruelly... as i remember...the poison you spread through my broken heart...
