Pure


I picked the White Rose

I picked her because of her color

Because of her innocence and her sin free gaze,

I picked the White Rose out of a million red ones

I picked her because she didn't know-

And so I brought her over to my red lips, and kissed her sin free texture

Only to immediately regret doing so...

I stained her

Leaving a faint of my red on her

So I held tight on her stem

She made me bleed my red-

She made me drop her-

And now she's no longer innocent

No longer pure

Because of me

She's just like the others now-

Just like me...

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