The Roses of Paradise
This is a poem I wrote when I was 15. I have all the poems I wrote in two diaries. I dunno why I stopped but I did, when I was in college. Probably not a choice. :P As I walked down the highway I saw a rose peeking out of a barrier fence And as I picked it up I realised it was black As I held the flower And smelled its fragrance I got pierced by its thorns And blood oozed out of the wound As I looked at the red fluid I remembered the unhappy time It all came back to me And I cried with all my might But then I heard a tinkle of voices Not far from where I was standing I saw this place, its colour was red And realised it was roses I head near it And saw the sparkling leaves Nearer and nearer I came And the brightness of it enamoured like diamonds As I draw into a halt I saw my name etched in one of the flowers And then I realised I was one of the roses of paradise It's not the best. I was 15. lol I should have edited ...
