I walk alone among the red roses that grow untamed,
their petals holding secrets only I can hear.
The night leans close to me,
whispering reminders of who I am.
I seek no company; the darkness understands me.
Every shadow that brushes past feels like an ancient story,
and I answer with my silence,
beautiful, solitary, and eternal,
a red sigh that refuses to fade.
New Girl Dark
Poetry & Shadows
Traveler of shadows, I write words that whisper secrets of the night. More on Tumblr: tumblr.com/newgirldark