Red Bloody Roses - Poem by Elijah Carranto
These roses are real so
I wrote my love for you on paper roses
Sealed with heartfelt poetry
And glaring honesty so
It can live 'til eternity.
These roses are red
For it was made with bloodshed
From my trembling bloody hands
Hoping it would even reach your hands.
These roses are real yet
It has no impaling thorns
Nor the roses' sweet scent
But it has the bitter smell of blood
From my anguished veins.
These roses aren't dead and
It would never die for it
Was blessed with an eternal life
From my undying love
For this is the only way to tell you
And words will never be enough
To let you know.
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