Love Poetry: Thorns

by Ryan Ramirez(RyanRamirez111@yahoo.com)
(Las vegas Nevada)

'without Light i lay here..speachless..

time and time Again..

left but an afterthought,Of a storm clouds passing..

A question of what what it would have been.could have been..

To once more taste the rain,and feel the thunder,watching the flashes beautify

The abyss of black in the sky.

Im left without Will,And an open window Overlooking this metropolitan wasteland Dump Called life.

Where breathing is lying and even now all of us are dying some quicker then others

and some just born.dying to live..Born to die.

An ever inflicting plague called Life..



Disgusted in almost Everything..

But one rose catches the corner my near blind eye..

So vibrant and infatuating,apathy And emptyness Stand alone this night..

Of all nights to smell a rose so sweet is to breath a breath of bliss,Ignorance inflicting.

And every thorn that cuts a beautiful sensation,every drop of blood no better wasted.

In the sand of sin ive found an oasis. And In her petals i dream of better places.

Laying so still,Hiding every breath,i need this...

the vines grow out and around in all the right places.

They take me in...A love so faceless.

The thorns dig in a river red flows from her embrace.

A painless release.as im dragged further in.

for she is everywhere and i live within.

No more surrounded by a desert wasteland.

A forest of green and roses of red,thorns of violent purple.

never softer said.

Forever more ill lay in this bed of roses and thorns.

with her in my hand i snuggle close to the lack of warmth

a grin on my face im cured of my plague

Lost in my new found love,intertwined in my own flowery grave.



forever im free,nevermore will i breath

every rose has its thorns



but this rose has me.'

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