The rose


Tongue deep
as the inside peaks
flashes pink
but if it would expose
the truth it would reek
of her rotten soul
inside it is shriveling
outside it is masked
mac makeup
eyeshadow eyeliner eye lies
to decieve
her reflection day in and day out
now the mirror cant even tell her truth from her lies
as slowly the old her dies
and the new her blossoms
a black rose
the new her blossoms
a dead rose
and though she may perfume the air
with false images that intoxicate the
lives and psyche her scent seeps
deep within their soul
but watch out
her thorns bite
deep
deep in you
and even deeper in her

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