Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

Untouched Rose

She's shy and passive, reads stories in the light of the moon.

But she creeps and she wonders about how she'll feel soon.

When the innocence is taken right from beneath her nose.

She gave the woman permission, to pick and pluck at the beautiful rose.

Will she be different as she let's the drug in.

Or will she remain sweet and wholesome as the games begin.

Will she still read her love stories beneath the glowing stars

Or will she start to crave new things. Things powerful, rough and hard.

Will she still wear the dainty chain. With the charm that stands for hope.

Or will she exchange it for a collar. Kept tightly around her throat.

She's sure she'll still be herself, with changes that'll give her new dreams

Her mistress loves her the way she is. Everything will go smoother that it seems.