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.