Roses Were White

Roses have fallen,

Violets have died,

And all that is left is the blood on your knife.

You've made such a mess,

All covered in red,

It's no surprise I ended up dead.

Your lips hold a poison,

It tastes so sweet,

Too bad it's as rancid as week old meat.

I'd give you my vision,

I'd have given it all,

But you weren't as blind as you lead on at all.

Dear to my heart

Was this game we have played,

But was it in death my heart could have stayed?

Author's Note

The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3

Reviews

[Steph]

Oooh I really liked this piece! Quite poignant and yet conveying almost a sardonic tone. I love your style of poetry writing; it's so easy to read and the words just flow from line to line, a technique really hard to conquer I've found. I really like your rhyming in this a lot as well and I love your finishing line. I'd love to read more from you!

[Dindella]

Thank you so much!! I'm very proud of my poetry, so I am always very happy when someone enjoys what I do. I really can't thank you enough for popping in a review and you've made my day entirely with it.