Author Information
Wisp of A Rose
Loved, or not to be loved
She was adored,
By those who were
Captivated by
Her lively words.
She swayed and
Sung about how the
Caged bird's sing and
The blues
of the sky
Although,
they were blury.
Filling with grey
Jumbling her thoughts;
Were led astray,
All in disarray
As her memories
Seemed to fade
Away.
A liftime
She would never forget
With no regrets
The sun sets
And now she is put to the test
As she was laid to rest.
She was a wisp of a rose,
Pretty in red
Burning with passion
Piercing her head with smoke.
A thorn of a bullet
that lodged in her head.
