Bed of Black Roses (Kissing Stars)
poem by:
Amanda Day
Written
on Mar 11, 2014
Kissing the stars, I can't imagine a death more vibrant, more loud and touching than to die in the hands of my love, laying in my bed of black roses, red turns to death, wallows in the pain and grows with the tears of the sorrowful ravens, petals dance upon my lips, as to chain me to the ground by the belief's, trying to let go and fly up the the blue sky, tasting the clouds I can't imagine, my love, being a part from you, from your brow eyes and black skin, I could never imagine cutting our ties just so that I could breathe, nothing would make me even see the sun if I couldn't feel you, laying there on the bed of black roses
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Georgina Richardson commented:
Hi Amanda,
I`ve just become a member and may I say that your work is just beautiful. I really enjoyed this piece and it is well thought through. I`m looking forward to reading more of your work. Well done and I love the art work.
Love G xx
Purple Couch
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Christopher Russon
commented on Jan 19, 2018 at 12:44pm
Excelent poem Amanda.
