Roses

by DillutionalInu

This is another Kurama poem. I know I do alot to do with roses. . But what would Kurama be without his rose?

Crimson Roses

Crimson Roses,

Taint of red.

Sharp thorns rip,

And pettles shred.

All beauty comes,

Is bittersweet.

One does laugh,

And one does weep.