username; rantipole
name; bear
gender; male
palette; w.i.p!
poem; w.i.p!
hopefully when i call
the constellations will appear
tears hang like crystals
from yesteryear
the vapors sail out from a distance
yet leave my soul feeling very cold
underneath the moonlight
deeper than the sky above
hoping that when you come
i will call again.
by blkorchid
Vision of A Rose
Vision of a rose
A sweet sight to behold
Red as the blood in my body
But the vision is sweeter than the sight
Blood flower
Stem coated with sharp daggers
Warding off all who admire it
Delicate and fragile, not like a flower
No. This rose
Was fragile like a bomb
Ready to blow
At any moment
Poem written by myself <3
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