the dark crimson roses <br />are creeping up the crescent <br />shaped wall of this glass house <br />that i lived in for so many <br />years now, <br /> <br />as the shattering moments <br />of the dark crimson rose <br />became my unseen destiny <br />for me to be apart of forever <br />and ever. <br /> <br />but my heart is now and forever <br />huanted by the sounds of the duanting <br />melody of music playing in the church- <br />yard below me. <br /> <br />as i became so trapped <br />inside the dark crimson <br />rose of life-ever-lasting <br />the innocent disturbances <br />became so surreal to me, <br /> <br />oh, please don't let me <br />start to day-dream about <br />the ever-lasting crimson rose <br />of eternal life that has now <br />broken the dawn of the twilight <br />of the night-sky so, so, so, bright, <br /> <br />now i'm at the mercy of this <br />dark crimson rose like a damsel <br />waiting for her long-lost love to <br />set her free from this cruel curse <br />that will forever tie her down forever. <br /> <br />please don't let this dark <br />crimson rose cross into the <br />twilight again, please will <br />you save me from the sin that <br />is taking over me now.<br /><br />erie morgan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-crimson-rose/
