Nightly rose

Rose

The moon shone bright yet her hands where as warm as the sun

Illuminating a glow of innocence until her thoughts dwell into the past

Guilt takes over and the eyebrows cross

Thinking of ways to erase the past only feeds on her mistakes

Yet she keeps it strong and continues living on

The flowers at night cast a comic shadow

The roses seem bright in black and the green make soothing noises

She closes her eyes and takes in the curing tunes

Tears slowly form pulps on the corner of her eyes and roll down slowly to her lips

She licks her own lips to taste the broken heart

A smile forms and she makes the jump.

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