Witnesspals Writings
2003-03-10 21:07:53 (UTC)


Thorns on a stem
Reaching out to taste blood
Seeking revenge for all said
All things done
The ripping of love
So new and so strange
As heartbreaking as those
Headless roses arranged
In a crystal clear vase
Irridescent with life
And how an enemy is made
From a once loving wife.
So grim and morose
He takes a step back
Shocked out of his wits
With his jaw hanging slack
No tears come
But his heart bleeds with the sting
As he looks to the table
And sees her wedding ring.
Lost in love
Trapped in life
Forever to mourn
Until the day he removes
The last poisioned thorn.