Red roses.
Black roses.
He rises,
then falls.
Red roses.
Pink roses.
She rises,
then stands.
He's wise,
but She's wiser,
so she moves along.
She takes her roses,
and walks along
the field.
While He takes
his Black Rose,
and lays there
Still.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
