Poems Of Sadness

Roses and Thorns

I came to our garden,
It was beautiful,it was full of roses.
I was mesmerized by its beauty,
I was stunned and i shouldn't be.

The white roses was filled with dangerous thorns, how ironic can it be? It reminds me of you. A tear escaped my eye before i could stop it from falling, I'm sorry... i did it again.

I tried to pick a rose,
But i was prickled by its thorns and stained the white rose with my blood on it.
And with that a fake smile escaped my lips.

I knew it wasn't a dream,
our story was ended.
I tried again to smile but my treacherous smile couldn't make anymore.