Prince Of Roses : Writing

I Wished It Wasn't The End

I Wished It Wasn't The End

A Poem by Prince Of Roses


I wished it wasn't the end, The caressing, caring, calloused hands, that roam my body freely. The pink, thoughtful lips, that whisper love into my..
Creativity Never Sleeps

Creativity Never Sleeps

A Poem by Prince Of Roses


My ears sting, under my headphones. My fingers ache from the constant clicking, and dragging of my mouse. My eyes are burning, even on the dimme..
Between The Hours of Two and Four

Between The Hours of Two and Four

A Poem by Prince Of Roses


Between the hours of two and four, when the moon is some where over head, I lay awake, unable to sleep. It's winter, and I'm not cold. Because my ..