MaddiiAnne O'Leary

Rookie (18th July 1995 / Crescent Head)

The Blood Rose... - Poem by MaddiiAnne O'Leary

There is a rose laying on the ground,
Blood is running out of the rose.
The rose's colour began to fade until it was a pale gray.
This only took around ten minutes.

The rose was pale, cold and dead.
The rose was found by a young man who was walking by.
He wondered why the rose was cold and gray.
He found another one a few days later.

What he didn't know was that the roses represented the broken hearts of teenage girls.
The roses wer originally blood red, only fading to grey when her heart was broken.
The roses were later known as the Blood Rose.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 17, 2011

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