*Red Tears*

I think if you like blood and sadness you will like this poem. Leave a comment please.
Red tears spill down my cheek,
Such an enigma must be solved.
I lay in this pool and cannot think,
As I cry red tears, with a white rose beside me.

Knife in one hand, white roses in the other,
You stand before me with a look of horror upon your face.
Now is when i think I should've chose another,
You got a look in your eye that sends a shiver down my spine.

Red tears spill down my cheek,
I choke out words that are desperate for help.
You ignore me and go away for a couple minutes,
Coming back with a bag.

It goes over my head,
And doesn’t come off.
This is the night,
This is the night that I died.

*white roses mean death just in case you didn't know.*

By Alyssa De La Rosa
Published: 4/5/2007
Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
Use the feedback form below to submit your comments.
Your Comments:
Your Name:
Use the form below to email this article to your friends.
Recipient Email Address:
 Separate multiple email addresses by ;
Your Name:
Your Email Address: