Torn Roses
by ~SocialDysfunctionRain hits the window pane
The rose petals are slightly torn
Giving way to the beating
This is the way it happens
It is nature
She sits at the window
Watching the roses give in
Lips tainted, ruby red
Soft delicate, moist with dew
Held up by a spine of thorns
Forced to bare this torment
And she sighs











