Red Roses Poem by Rebecca Cox

Roses are red, and violets are blue,
My heart has bled tears, all just for you.
You took me, then broke me,
But now, I’m set free.
I bled on a white rose,
The petals now crimson, no longer snow.
Tarnishing pure white with dark blood aglow
With moonlight, it glimmers;
In the shining moon, crimson turns black,
Matching my darkened soul, one which lacks
A heart pure and strong,
Instead, I’m left with a broken soul, one in which longs
For you’re tender touch, you’re sweet love.
Like the very light sent from Heaven above.
Sweet and soft, like coo of a dove…
But I’m greeted with the strike of a snake,
Making me wonder of your words were indeed fake.
The thought itself burns away at my soul, and for you, it cries,
A broken noise, forever screaming, asking, “Why, my love? Why? ”
“Do you want me to suffer, this pain so great?
Or am I destined to behold this painful fate? ”