There was a girl
Who wanted to fall in love
She went up a cliff
and jumped
She fell on a flower
It was a rose
Thorns punctured her soft skin
But the rose petals wiped away her blood stains
It was the day she learnt what love is
It hurts
It makes you cry
But it wipes away your tears.............. softly
A balance of pain and pleasure.
ReplyDeleteI guess we're always getting lost somewhere in between :)
nicely written
ReplyDeleteBloody tears...
ReplyDeleteI am anemic now.
Beautiful, Flamflooma.
:-)
ReplyDeleteLove is many things
I like the image of falling onto a flower
perhaps a bed of flowers too...
thats love i never met.
ReplyDeletema tiswa ;p
ReplyDeleteThe true definition of love in its simplest forms. Exquisitely written.
ReplyDeleteThose scars caused by thorns are a constant remembrance of the worthiest journey ever.
Thank you all for stopping by and commenting :)
ReplyDeleteJudy
one day enshalla
g and l
sheno eli mayiswa?