Rose Garden Whispers
Remembering an Abusive Relationship
The rose garden whispered your name,
The features of your face,
And the last night we kissed.
While being tangled and pricked by the thorns in between,
Of our love that turned into a lot of regrets.
Strangled and torn apart,
Bridges were burnt from the start.
With the love and lust,
Rushing through our veins!
Pushing me down onto the floor,
Until we fall straight through,
All the tangled knots of roses and divine.
And of being beaten and terrified.
From the shattered glass that hit the floor,
To the noises we made when we sunk into the torn clothes,
We left lying on the floor.
From the long nights of heavy love making,
To the hatred and distress.
The worst of us comes out better than the rest.
The rose garden hears what's best,
And tries to make you not prick the next thorn,
Out of all the rest.
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Tricia Lynn
I like to write about various topics. I am a poet. And would like to share what I write with the world.
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