Painting.
My petals peeled
And withered from the toxin.
My stem is weak.
The crimson cover dripped from my skin.
My blood melted the snow.
Colored my tears.
Vivid red blurred my vision.
The moody sky
a backdrop to my death.
A white rose I’ll always be.
But,
I would be
anything for you.
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