Petals of rose

 

Wiped up my tears
Stood up to fight all the fears
Smoking gun on my shelf
The twisted knife that you gave me for the war
My crown which has fallen to your feet
The best laid plans of mine
Turning to ash every time I stood up against you
My sorrows like the spilled wine
Beautiful to watch when I fall
My tears best, when they don't ricochet
Grace is pretty, when it's not under my name

-Arya Ruth