katarina bowman Poems
A White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
Why Would You?
I'm sitting here
Why did you step
out in the street?
why did you want
to die so badly?
no one would