The Rape Of The Rose

The Rape Of The Rose short poem

Photo by Hafiz Issadeen

The lanes of my heart will be straight when you’ll leave
It will never turn back to those steps you left
Neither it will hold on those strings you weaved
Nor will it wait for the shadow you shed

The fire I inhaled blared within our sin
And each of your sting has begun to praise
Every time this dawn makes me feel you within
With all of your scars, that can never erase

Every night I bleed on the lust of your rose
My blood resides on the petals into deepest veins
Hindering to tears and pains that you’ve bestowed
Has filled my lust with your sweetest poison

I was covered into madness, raped by the dawn
All of my leaves were wrapped with my blood
A million years have passed since I lost my crown
Still my chassis is dallying for another new flood

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