More than a Metaphor

 

Your eyes are not like oceans
Nor is your laugh like the tinkling of bells

You are made of flesh and blood
Not some backwards metaphor

Roses and blood reflect the same light
So we use beauty so substitute the bad

I did not bleed at three AM, too late to save
I scattered roses across my bed

I made such a beautiful bouquet

 

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