Bloody Rose

Little flower on the bed blossoms each spring,

Delicate, pure, and white as snow, its beautiful but alone.

One day picked by a tall young man and given to a girl,

  Delicate, pure, and white as snow was how their love began.

In a vase on her desk, the girl loved it so,

And as their love soon progressed it began to grow.

Then the flower was forgotten, and it withered brown

The love was slowly turned to hate, worse things came to dread.

Little flower stained in red, held by a hand

Delicate, pure, and white as snow, but now was burning red.

The flower fell and the hand collapsed, and standing in the door

Was a tall young man looking at the hand of a girl he loved no more.

Reviews

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Awesome and the end oh my,Loved it:)

[Shygirl]

Thanks! I not really good at rhyming so I stuck to free verse

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That's cool do what you do best cause that's what counts ,Im not great at reading a lot of poems lol.

[Shygirl]

Ok thanks, lol

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Very welcome

[kellyjelly]

So beautiful!! What a great twist at the end.

[Ankit Mahar]

What a beatuifully written poem .It was quite sad at the end .I truely loved your poem .

[Shygirl]

Thank you!!

[NeiL ArandA]

This poem is well written . Its like suspense thriller ...Did the girl committed suicide ?

[Shygirl]

That's up to you. It's a cliffhanger. Did the young man kill her? Did she kill herself? Or was it someone else entirely?