In A Rose
In a rose I see your smile, I can't turn away because I am scared, scared of what this life may do if I turn for a split second. I am scared if I turn our love will wilt, is it love or is it a fantasy dream I am walking through, how do I ask and how do I tell? Will I fly into the arms of the outstretched thorns of this rose, planted in this earth that is the barer of life. Looking over my shoulder I see many flowers I passed and never once thought on the future of these plants, so then why does the one in front of me matter? As I turn forward the rose shines as brightly as if it was simply planted at the twilight, the honey droplets of dew shining with the early rays, dripping wet with tears, as the thorns pirced my weak exterior, hooking my soul, drastically gripping it holding and growing from my deepest wishes I become a part of it. The earth below the sacred temple of all, bearing love and bearing the cold sparks in all of us. Lightning spiraling down hitting us transferring our hearts slipping throught the sands of time into a glass strengthend by friendship, lived by the laughs and held on by the constant gravity from the way life sucks with out you. Glowing a deep purple my eyes see a rose that has grown by absorbing light but never once has it had a drink of water, never has anyone actually loved or spoke to you true voice from there own words, its always rehearsed, never original. spoken are my words, always true to my own voice when I see you, when this glass is shattered it is you I will see while I am ripped apart, trying to save the only flower in the garden I was ever afraid would wilt. I gave you so much water you floated away from me and i never saw it coming, I was rooted to the ground under my feet I lost you with too much trying, too much affection.
