Red Rose Just For You Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

Every person,
has a flower inside them,
and I
am a rose.
And not just any rose,
the petals the reddest red of all,
the red of blood.
Very tips
tinted and black.
But the center of the rose,
the darkest of blacks.
Wide and full petals
spread wide to the moonlight.
Deep forest green leaves
encircling the bottom petals,
hardly noticeable.
Long smooth stem,
almost neon in comparison.
With long, spiked thorns,
swirled red and green.
The colors pure
and untouched.
Though the rose suffers,
she still thrives
on the love around her.
The reason for red petals.
But,
her suffering shows through.
The black center and tips.
Regardless,
every nigh
she opens up again
to the new, full moon.

Nov.-7-09