petals like blood.
What are lips but for…
dew on rose petals at dawn.
what is beautiful also dies but is recycled for reuse in another passing fantasy.
can’t breathe past these unfurled petals. choking on nothing and everything. something is swallowing me from the inside out.
life is not a perfect moment, but a collage of happiness gained, mistakes made, and time misspent.
beautiful blossoming blush.
remember the roseyou gave to me yesterday – only its petals remain.
rose petals unfurl,raindrops alight in small bounds,bed of pink beauty.
soft velvet petalsbeautiful pink perfectiondrop of dew rolls off