Log In
Black Petals
By Foreverlost28
A flower is engraved into her youthful, tan skin
"He loves me"
It was formed by a sharp, silver blade and the hand of a poet
"He loves me not"
The glowing petals writher in pain, shouting out to the host
"He loves me"
Each one telling a story to the reader who watches its beauty
"He loves me not"
Each one begging for people to see the internal bleeding
"He loves me"
Released into the suffocating air is black Sangre
"He loves me not"
The sight is amazing to the naked eye but a closer look shows that it is
pure filth
"He loves me"
Her heart, her ever dying heart cries and screeched for help
"He loves me not"
Noone is coming, Noone will is all the echoes back off the empty walls
of her soul
"He loves me"
The white noise bounces back and forth in her ears
"He loves me not"
She just wants it, just (it) so badly but cant seem to grasp it
"He loves me"
It saddens her to think with her esteem down and lost of hope up
"He loves me not"
So she sits, reading her bleeding flower upon her arm
"They love me"
Wishing for someone to say what she wants to her but all that develops
in her mind is the last and final answer to her eternal question. The
last story her petals can tell, though she already knows the answer.
.............................."They love me not"
Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited.
Ask the author first.
© 2009 MiiSSNyX
Comments on "Black Petals"
Log in to post comments.
-
A former member wrote:
Creative little way of writing this.
-
On Friday, February 19, 2010, Rowan
(202)
wrote:
Oh my gosh, this poem gave me chills. It was so enthralling.
-
On Thursday, June 18, 2009, Gaz
(10) wrote:
This is beautiful. Really haunting and scary but there is that touch of horrifying beauty. Well done
Foreverlost28's Latest Works Feed
Join