A rose petal
Sent on the thought of a dove
It's white wings
Tainted with the blood
Spilled by my own
Broken heart.

A whisp of lavender
Melting in the molten
Fear that spills
Over the walls
Of the castle,
A beacon in the
Dark night.

A hopeful smile
The mask
Hiding what's truly
Eating at my soul,
Slowly etching time
On my mind.

What word would it take
To break
The shell that surrounds you?