Poem: Love and Obsession





Roses and baby's breath

wrapped up with a pink bow.
Leaves still green
but curling ever so slightly
at the ends.
Flowers withered
bent and drooping
the water is cloudy.
Days of vibrancy
long behind it.
It hasn't started
to drop its
petals
quite yet.

Red and black roses
pieces of fabric and
plastic
stems don't need
water
in a glass bottle.
Leaves black as
midnight
frozen forever in
haunting beauty
Always vibrant
just like
an undead corps
e.

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