Blue roses and red snakes,
Crawling up her arms and legs.
Branded in each corner,
Whisper tales untold.
They talk of late night arguements,
And violent evening fights.
They breathe of nirvana,
When everything was right.
They buzz of things unknown,
Things you'd never guess,
From her elated smile
And loud, contented laughs.
They talk about a time,
When roses filled her hall,
When she fell in love,
And no one broke her fall.
They confide about his anger,
And his sad eyes, after.
And his murmered apology,
That made everything all better.
Blue roses and red snakes,
Crawling up her arms and legs.
Branded in each corner,
Whisper tales untold.