A single red spot in the snow
I can see down below
When I look from my window up here on the 23rd floor.
A scream I did hear in the dead of last night
But I was stuck in my bed paralysed by fright,
A single scream was all I heard
And as I creep outside I pray nobody was hurt.
There lying in the snow I find the red spot
It's not blood but a single red rose
And I know that someone was hurt
And left to fend
Not stabbed or shot
But broken hearted and lost
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23 year old nutritionist. Avid reader. LOVE to write. Finished a bunch of short stories and now working on my first long one. REALLY excited about it. http://abyssofmyimagination.blogspot.co.uk/?m=1
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