Painting The Roses Red


United States
27° 57' 18.9684" N, 82° 27' 22.752" W

I paint the roses

I paint the roses red

I dare not to stop

Or waste a drop

So I let the blood be spread

And hope that I'm not already dead


No I'm not dieing,

I'm flying

Getting higher with each paint stroke

I sink and float


I didn't realize it could be like this

Love with an agonizing twist

I paint another stroke and hiss..

But if this is my faith I'll enjoy it


The royalty of hearts theartens


I laugh ...

As I paint the roses red


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