The Roses Of The Misty

Eyes that cry in the morning mist,
bleeding rose for lips unkissed.
What once was beauty in sunrise,
turns to darkness with blind eyes.

Shadows cast, seen through weeping,
anger sown brings night of reaping.
Frail fragile hearts, wither,break,
thorns surely prick, lovers forsake.

Teardrops fall on rose covered vine,
thoughts linger like bittersweet wine.
No longer does this red beauty exist,
tattered remains of lost love's bliss.

Let the new day shed light on tears,
broken hearts heal, sunrise appears.
Red rose blooms to face the dawn,
shield my heart, misty eyes begone.