The Bleeding Rose

With petals so red,
And thorns so sharp,
The tears of defeat you had once bled,
And the sweet melody of your voice, humble like the harp.

Protected from the world,
But what saves you from thy own horror?
The twisting lies of fate that have now curled,
But wasn't it done to satisfy thy order?

The blue birds may chirp,
And the demons of your past will forever lurk,
The wind may blow,
And the secrets will forever, always sow.

Like a rose within a bed of thorns,
The fragility of your innocence will strike a pose,
But like the howling of a black crow,
You my dear, have surprisingly hit a new low.





-Yeah so I was lacking inspiration, and I had to write something at that time because it was my literature assignment, so um yeah...

Almost Laughable

The ironic way things always seemed perfectly right,
Before they went tragically wrong,
Right in front of those pretty little eyes.
It was almost laughable…

An Uncomfortable Journey

Even if we look for love,
We won't find it.
Even if we wait for it,
It won't come to us by it self.
And no matter how hard we try,
We can never forget about it.

Love, is a journey,
An uncomfortable one,
Plus a million hurdles.
But the destination? Happiness.
It's worth every one of those pained tears.

-Peace xx