Crimson Flowers Poem by Crimson Soul

Crimson Flowers

Rating: 4.5


There Are Roses, There Are Trees,
There Are Little Crimson Seeds;
They Grow Like A Flame, They Flicker Like A Candle,
They Dim like A Sage, Holding A Handle;

They Grow Up, Under The Sky,
The Light-Blue Hue, Crimson Up High;
They Corrupt The Air, With Their Poisonous Smell,
They Purge The Hate, With A Ringing Bell;

The Rain Comes Down In Floods From The Gates,
The Sun Shines Down Like Heavenly Hate;
And Still The Roses Grow Up Strong,
The Human Lives It Took, Not Wrong;

The Roses Waft Like A Small Flare,
Down Our Spine And Into Our Hair;

All Of Us Have Smelled These Dark Red Roses,
We All Have Known The Deadliest Poison Of All;
Everyone Has Known The Death Called Love,
Don't Ever Lose It, Don't Ever Fall;

Love Is Addictive, Love Is Hate,
Love Is But A Dark Crimson Gate;
Leading To Despair, To Turmoil repaired;

But If Done Right, Reap Happiness unimpaired...

The Roses Are Now Fully Grown, Sewn To Give,
Take What Unknown;
Now They Wither Slowly And Die,
As Crimson...
Cries...

For The Strong Have Become Weak,
And So Have I...


~~~Love Is Dangerous, But Most Of All...It Is What Makes Us Alive And Caring. Its Something That Can Neither Be Understood Nor Explained... Don't Lose It... No Matter How Many Times You Need To Try...~~~

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