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The Iron Rose
The iron rose she lingers,
Waiting for nothing to begin.
Metal preserves her bloom
While it withers her from within.
On the eve of chaos
Through secret morbid bliss,
The silence is deafening
And screaming all of this.
Why does she laugh to cry?
Why does she stand to fall?
Try to look tough to seem good enough,
Risk everything to lose it all?
Her heart says now while her head says then,
She'd bleed from every vein just to breathe again.
She's grown to hate the love
From the depths of her glass heart,
They look, they smile and all the while,
Tear her down right from the start.
The iron rose, will she bloom again,
As she goes numb and breaks to bend?
Undertow, she sinks into worlds of pretend
Till her eyes ease open in the dark again.
Brilliant I love it! Reminds
Brilliant I love it! Reminds me of somebody I used to know...
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
this line has inspired
this line has inspired me
"Her heart says now while her head says then"
may I quote you on it?
Much Love
Ashley
Absolutely :) thank you again
Absolutely :) thank you again
intriguing
A great read. It gave me a vision of a dark, enchanted secret garden. Iron Rose is an exceptional title for your piece.
Sonya
In Awe..
I completely fell in love with this.
Astonishing write.
=^.^=
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo