you used the thorns to slit my throat you thought you wanted me after you read what i wrote i let you read what i let no other now you light the rose pettles watch the flames watch me smother you used the stems to gouge out my eyes you said you wanted me, but it to was a disguise i used the smell to remember your face theres not much to remember i never experienced your passionate embrace i dont remember if the pettles were pink,purple, or white i cant see you now, the flames are too bright i fear the heat and im losing my sight your no longer around and im trembling with fright i dont want to cry but i fear that i might tell me its a dream, i will wake up in the night i am going to be strong,i am going to try how come it was never asked who,what,or why the pettles are burning, my body is too you used the rose to kill me but still i have love for you the flames are high,there over my head i hear someone screaming its not me,im dead
love is bitter sweet. it really is a drag when people are taken advantage of for there kindness and affection torwards one another. I can feel the pain you display in the poem for when you open yourself to another thru verse, thru your inner most secret emotions only to have them trampled on, it hurts. but it only stokes the embers of the coals of our life and we shine brighter than we ever did before
