Blood Upon the Rose

The rose was fresh,
and the love it sparked,
but the flame has all but gone.

They say time heals,
but I don't see how,
because I'm barely hanging on.

So I'll drink my pain,
and I'll write some words,
so everyone will know.

That I loved someone,
so hard and fast,
that there's blood upon the rose.

This article was written by Sam Stewart.

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