The one that blooms is at its peak tonight.
With a hint of red or dark blue,
But more like a blast of hue.
Polished in chocolate and blood,
But so much more in you.
Tiny thorns made it brave.
Sturdy stems help it be heartless.
Biting into culprit and make a deal,
To be gorgeous but yet so frail.
Wake up loves,
Wiggles the dews on your purple petals,
Then the light haze will bear a hand too.
Filled with broken love poems,
And little stories about me and you.
