a rose so pure
a rose petals so clear
The petals are so rich
deep blood red
one prick and watch the
blood run down my hand
watch the rose get more
red as we watch.
People wash may hand
but I just put the
blood on my face.
The blood is gone The rose
is now cole Black
Poor Rose I think
it is dead.
I prick my hand
againe and it truns
red now I am nowlight
headed. Now I shall
FAINT!!!!!!!!


