Roses drip blood,
My blood from its petals.
It seems much more fatal
Than the wounds within.
The girl who hides
Is the answer
To your question.
She has
A glint in her eye
That you could never find
In all the other ones
By your side.
Maybe she's what you need
To complete you.
Maybe a small adventure
Would do you well.
But if you're not willing
To make it
Come true,
Then why should she wait
For a young man to dwell.
While she's off
Living life to the fullest
Will you sit there
And mope for days?
No.
Must you no take action?
Or else
You'll be nothing more
Than a forgotten name.
© 2015
My blood from its petals.
It seems much more fatal
Than the wounds within.
The girl who hides
Is the answer
To your question.
She has
A glint in her eye
That you could never find
In all the other ones
By your side.
Maybe she's what you need
To complete you.
Maybe a small adventure
Would do you well.
But if you're not willing
To make it
Come true,
Then why should she wait
For a young man to dwell.
While she's off
Living life to the fullest
Will you sit there
And mope for days?
No.
Must you no take action?
Or else
You'll be nothing more
Than a forgotten name.
© 2015