Those eyes begin to dim, yet still
I hold the knife to the heart.
For I have had my fill
Of walking barefoot on broken grass.
The pain seems naught to me
It is but an equal trade.
Much better to live in darkness, then see
Not with your eyes but with your heart.
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Penitents Rose
PoetryThere's something exquisite about flowers, especially the rose. No matter what the color it is, no matter how beautiful it is, it can't exist without the thorns beneath. Flowers can symbolize love, passion, joy and yet we use lilies to show that we'...
