Pink Roses

her mind was calm
until she sees
those pink roses
now, with his help,

she starts dissolving;
dissolving and
running into puddles

she can’t stop the ache,
which clouds her mind and
makes the pink roses blurry

there’s only one cure;
only the trees need stare now

Dr5IwYJV4AAcpJV

Published by

clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s