The Blood of a Rose

The blood of a rose Slowly trickles down your hand As you slide your finger along it The stem of the single rose he sent Like he has many times before You prick your finger on its thorn More blood is released Brought to the surface for you Scarlet tears fall from the delicate pedals Screaming out to you in agony You yet to help them For you never loved him He had more to offer than anyone But you were never faithful He didn’t care As long as he had you His bleeding rose The wound on your finger expands Gradually growing in depth and in size He tried his best to keep you happy Yet you somehow wanted more The pain you’re feeling now Was endured once by him But instead of letting the hole you dug into his heart grow His strength regained his life So he mended his heart Revived his soul Sent you one last rose For gratitude To return the pain, yet in a different form This form of pain is much more deadly And you do not possess the strength he holds The wound reaches your wrist as you cry out his name But he’s not there this time Getting weaker you withdrawal your pride The crimson tears your body bleeds Beg for mercy You don’t know it, but he’s smiling Smiling inside He’s glad you’re finally feeling his once endured pain Because he thinks now you truly know How it feels to be touched With the blood of a rose Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 10:19 AM PST    18 • 0 • 1