Burning Rose

Burning rose. You burn so well.

Burning like a nightingale.

Burning beauty. Burn so bright.

Bleeding color into my night.

Dying heart. You hang so well.

Dying underneath my spell.

Dying promise. How you die.

Departing without a single cry.

Loving tender. I love you still.

Loving still the space you filled.

Loving memory. Come love me back.

Don’t leave me wanting what I lack.

-OM

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