Bed Of Roses Poem by James Harding

Bed Of Roses



im laying on a bed of roses
every rose has a thorn
there is blood dripping from the sheets
my heart is literally torn

i thought that we were out at sea
drifting along with the waves
in reality we were drifting apart
and you left me in a disarray

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James Harding

James Harding

Hershey, Pennsylvainia
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