preserved roses
blackbriar
scarlet now the colour of blood ripped from the ground
cutting away every single thorn
without a feeling of mourn. craving roses
scarlet once the colour of sweet-smelling petals
now drained from all scents
waiting for the bitter end
with a low and humble bow
you are all mine now. craving roses
preserved and dry-pressed
preserved and dry-pressed
dried out and dead. craving roses