Soft Like Velvet

  Soft Like Velvet

They were red
soft like velvet
and smelled great.
But I didn’t know
it was the end
I didn’t know they
were graveyard roses.
 
 
opened red rose, flower
 
 
This poem was inspired by an orjay prompt on Twitter.

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