Samantha chapman

Rookie (18-09-1967 / England)

White Roses

If I sent you white roses would you know what I meant,
There long slender stems and beautiful scent,
I see the purity of each unblemished petal,
I’m aware of the thorns sharper than metal,
There centers of gold full of sweet tasting nectar,
To draw in the bee drones over many a hectare.

You let me sip your luscious pure gold,
Yet your heart remained empty and cold,

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