RoseBud

The flame of desire
burns in his eyes
He holds me still
as he diminishes my pride

He pins me down
as I pray for it to end
For him to be satisfied
my confidence he must bend

He finally stops to breathe
and discovers he's gone too far
He leaves me there, all alone
on the cold, damp tar

That night, my body
lie in the mud
And by morning someone found me
atop my chest a rosebud

Dew sits on the petals
the cold morning brings
a sad, mournful tune
the bird in the tree sings