Roses Are Red
Roses are red, my love,
soft crimson
or scarlet
The colour of velvet wine
so cloying
like blood
I remember the red rain
that night
petals falling
And the half open window,
breeze fluttering
spattered curtains
Roses are red, my love
bang, bang
you’re dead
© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
I kind of was expecting a violent ending, though I was betting on a stabbing! I enjoyed it, well done.
Thanks.
I wasn’t expecting that ending. Well done.
Thank you.