this rose of yours, once mine, disappears.
petals like blood.
dear the future. you were shaped by now.
blooming as pink roses on my cheeks.
dew on rose petals at dawn.
they are unwanted. so they are spurned.
waterfalls down porcelain rocks.
i dislike eros (cupid)..
a rose blooms with love and care, while a rock is formed through weather and tear
all died but a bright pink rose.