I’ve always loved fresh roses. The smell is intoxicating. No one ever gave me fresh roses until the man I’d eventually marry. In the beginning, I got red roses for Valentine’s Day, my birthday, every occasion. Then suddenly or slowly, the roses stopped . I didn’t even realize how much he’d changed. He hid his rage and alcoholism very well. When I dared to look in his eyes, I saw the devil inside. After horrific nights , I’d wake up shaking, to find a beautiful vase of red roses on the kitchen table. This cycle happened for quite some time. Unfortunately, it’s all I knew, so it took a while to undo. I grew to loathe the beautiful roses that had once been my favorite. But I’m happy to say, that was a long time ago. Now my mind, body, and soul have recovered, and once again, red roses are my favorite.🌹

There’s something beautiful about a wilted flower. There’s something sweet about a buzzing bumblebee. There’s something old about ground soil. There’s something wistfult about an autumn tree.

There’s something secretive about a stone. There’s something misunderstood about a weed. There’s something lonely about a picked petal. There’s something sophisticated about a buried seed.

There’s something safe about a garden. There’s something vigorous about a pinecone. There’s something hopeful about a birds chirp. There’s something vicious about a red rose.

Red roses Are quite beautiful In rows of ten Or more How they grow to be so wonderful? Now that’s a secret I cannot tell For you will find The roses were not always red

Red roses Are quite beautiful In rows of ten Or more Why ten you ask? Why that is a secret I cannot tell For the lord will have me held For my sins

Red roses Aren’t they beautiful? Growing beside Ten rows of men All dead But will they still have blood to shed To turn my roses red?

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I’m quite crude, My attitude is a bit skewed.

I don’t mean to be rude, But sometimes honesty can intrude. I say what everyone’s thinking, Yet somehow it leaves everyone blinking.

With mouth full of swords, I often strike, Igniting flames, both dark and bright. My tongue, a blade, swift and keen, Leaving scars where its edge has been.

red roses may be pretty but their color is from the blood spilled on their perfect petals during that fight we had over that summer

do you remember the fields we would lay in day after day night before nights became too dark for us too see

red roses tied in a motherfucking bouqet that used to be white but their color turned when my heart shattered and the blood burst in your hands

fields of red roses will never look the same the wars that have happened on those flowers will stay there for eternity

Sometimes I wonder- What blood would look like- On white marble shining- Adrenaline pumping- Knife is cutting- Suicide running-

Then as I glanced- Upon a sight as so- A bright red puddle- On the floor-

The knife in my hand- God, I’m insane- I love the way it feels- Then I realized-

Blood on white marble- Shining in the light- Liquid so pretty- Isn’t it just like- Red Rose petals- Bleeding down and- dripping through—

White roses are always overlooked Like me, Sitting in the back Reading some book

They don’t stand out much They’re pale in the light No one cares about them Only red ones catch eyes

But if you ask me, I wouldn’t want any red roses They remind me of the blood and the pain And why I wrote this

So if you send me a bouquet (thank you in advance) Don’t put any red ones, Give the white rose a chance

We must have all heard the phrase “Roses are red and violets are blue” Too many times to count

After all Red roses are a sign of compassion and comfort Of perfection and passion

But roses, these beautiful red roses, are also a sign of love The love that you show to me everyday Making me feel giddy and euphoric

Though these are all things that red roses symbolize Red roses also symbolize something else Red roses, dear reader

Symbolize the color of your heart

ATTENTION: Hello fellow talented and beautiful artist! This fictional and original. Please don’t take it seriously. Anyway, enjoy! 🙂

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Blood red rose, Dripping my guilt. Blood red rose, A wall of lies I have built. Blood red rose, Terror in her eyes. Blood red rose, A deadly surprise. Blood red rose, Not a myth or a lie. Blood red rose, Now you say goodbye.

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𝒷ℯ𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓌ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊

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ℐ 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓉ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℛℯ𝒹,𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℬ𝓁𝓊ℯ

𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝓉ℴℴ

ℱℴ𝓇 ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒮ℴ𝓁𝒹𝒾ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊