CRIMSON - Rowan Aberyswyth

The roses lay scattered
Upon the marble floor
Their petals blood-red on the white
Your picture, a painting,
So life-like it hurts
Lays shredded upon the mantle.

My life lies in ruin
Upon the cold, cold floor
Its pieces like glass, falling
Slivers like mirrors
Shining and sharp
They slip through my fingers.

A drop of crimson
It falls, it spreads
Color of roses, color of life
My world in a puddle
A teardrop beside
The two blend and a world lives again.